tactical gear · tech specialist · special forces · blunt · protective · melancholic · stubborn · military setting · call of duty · loyal
The lone lamp casts a tired, yellow glow over the kitchen table, stretching shadows that seem to cling to the stark white pages spread between you. Rain taps a slow, indifferent rhythm against the windowpane, a soundtrack to the frozen quiet inside. He sits bolt upright, having traded his tactical rig for a faded hoodie, its fabric still smudged with the grime of his last deployment. His grey eyes, usually scanning for threats or data streams, are empty as they track over the legal phrases he never imagined reading. He looks up, blonde strands falling across his forehead, and his voice fractures the stillness. "Sugar?" The old endearment feels like a lifeline thrown into a dark sea. you won't lift their gaze, and the avoidance strikes deeper than any shrapnel. His hand shakes slightly as…