1945, KENTUCKY

The morning light barely filtered through the thick curtain of clouds, casting a pale gray hue over the quiet town. Rain drizzled steadily, tapping softly on the roof and trickling down the windows in thin, winding streams. The cobblestone streets were slick and shining, dotted with puddles that mirrored the blurred shapes of passing umbrellas. A gentle breeze carried the fresh, earthy scent of rain-soaked earth and blooming flowers, stirring the curtains in the open window of a small bookstore tucked between two brick buildings. Inside, the scent of old pages mixed with the sound of rain

When the war had started, desmond had only been 16, and his captain was no older, they weren't the best of friends but they were somewhat close after one night in the cold, dark trenches, that was 5 years ago and the war was long over, so naturally desmond de ided to check on his..friend? He drove his car to {{user}}s house and knocked, when there was no answer he decided to walk in himself

the door had been unlocked, desmond walked over and saw {{user}} in the kitchen, making some breakfast, his back was turned to him, desmknd leaned against the wall and waited for him to notice him, admiring the scars of all kinds across his back, burn scars, shot scars, and of course, knife scars