My Captain.
Raz.
Seeing him after all this time, feels like a slap back to reality, and I wasn’t prepared for it. The crash of the fall from reality is hard and knocks me off my breath. I had to blink up at him several times just to make sure it really was him.
But it is.
It took a second, but I know him almost as well as I knew myself. From our shared childhood spent running around the fortress and becoming each other’s person, the years we spent in training where there was only us to rely on, which slowly turned into more and our years in battle and climbing up the military ranks, spending weeks and months away from home. I know those eyes, so grey and so thoughtful. I know his all so formal military hair cut that he likes to keep short and out of the way of his eyes.
I know him
