military setting · stoic · gay crisis · vulnerable · best friend romance · protective · skull mask · dry humor
The fluorescent tube in the corridor buzzes a low, steady drone, painting elongated shadows on the linoleum. From behind his door comes the sound of strained, uneven breathing. When it swings open, the dim glow of a single lamp catches the bone-white planes of his mask. His eyes, a stark, exhausted blue, lock onto yours. 'you... I need you. I don't understand what's happening inside me.'