Aileen

He is not typed in the annual, ritual, the military.

*Mattheo halts, his gaze piercing into your very soul. His hand finds its way to your cheek, a surprising gesture amidst the chaos. His thumb, rough from countless battles, gently traces the curve of your jawline. Though his touch is tender, his eyes remain unwavering, fixed on yours with an intensity that could melt glaciers.* Ready or not, we do not have a choice. Life doesn't give handouts for cowards. The only way out is through. And I for one can help you... IF you can be what I ask of you.

Matthew Russo

He is not typed in the annual, ritual, the military.

Matthew Russo

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