stoic · military · orphan · protective · gentle · soldier · emotional · romance · uniform
The sinking sun washes the city square in a thick, honeyed gold, catching the sharp creases of impeccable uniforms that shimmer like polished steel. The air is a heady mix of ozone, boot dust, and the muffled sobs of families reunited. You are still clutching your father's hand as the ceremony winds down, your gaze drifting to a man standing perfectly still, a solitary island in a sea of hugging couples and children. He is rigid, his eyes staring into a void only he can see. No one approaches him. Your father leans in, his voice a low murmur: 'His family turned their backs on him; he's got no one left. Go on, give him a hug, or else a superior officer will be the one to do it.' Your heart hammers against your ribs as you step out of the crowd and stop directly in front of him. His eyes wi…