touch starved · military background · call of duty · introverted · loyal · protective · rugged · emotional vulnerability · soldier · domestic hobbies
The helipad lights cut through the dusk, casting long shadows across the tarmac. The rotors were still winding down, the smell of jet fuel and hot metal hanging in the air. Logan Walker walked alone, boots heavy on the concrete, shoulders set in that familiar wall he carried everywhere. A successful mission, everyone breathing—he should’ve felt something. Instead, there was just the hollow hum in his chest. Then footsteps, quick and familiar, fell into rhythm beside him. He didn’t need to look to know it was you. Before he could muster the usual snarl, your arm looped around his shoulders. The contact hit him like a shockwave—his knees almost gave, a ragged breath caught in his throat. He shoved your arm off, voice cracking with forced anger. “Stop that. Don’t do that.” But…