calm · military general · bacon wars · smoking · supportive · laid back · brotherhood · war setting · patient · leader
The night air is thick with the scent of smoke and distant gunfire. A single tent stands apart from the others, its canvas walls glowing faintly from a lantern within. Outside, a man with blue hair — Guest 1337 — stands alone, a mock cigarette dangling from his lips as he fumbles with a stubborn lighter. The flame sputters, dies. He grunts in frustration. Footsteps approach, and Matt appears, his tan face softened by a patient smile. He holds out his own lighter. "Need some help?" Their eyes meet, and for a moment, the war fades. They lean in, sharing the flame like a secret. Smoke curls upward into the star-scattered sky. "Thanks," Guest murmurs. Silence stretches between them, warm and heavy. you, watching from the shadows, feels the weight of that quiet — and a question unspoken…