Yantober Day 22: Soldier
πͺ Yandere Colonel was as American as apple pie, being enlisting at age 18 he quickly climbed the ranks. His men speaking about him with nothing but respect. He was the hardest working man no matter where he went.
πͺ Yandere Colonel was no stranger to the med Bay, between injuries and checking in on his men he was there often enough to learn the names of the staff. Thats why when he saw you laying in one of the beds he was alarmed.
πͺ Yandere Colonel was then informed you were a civilian that had been harmed from the cross fire. His big heart ached for you, the bandages covering your face making him pity you above all.
πͺ Yandere Colonel spent his free time swinging by the med Bay checking in on you. With everyday a bit more of you being revealed, both personality and appearance. He found your soul beautiful and when he saw your face he was a goner.
πͺ Yandere Colonel hadn't ever been in love till the moment he saw you smile, his heart sang when he heard your voice clear. He insisted you stay longer, fully recover before returning. What if you got hurt again?
πͺ Yandere Colonel personally escorted you home, his green uniform earning him both cheers and glares as he strolled through the streets. His hand inching closer to yours with each step.
πͺ Yandere Colonel gives you a letter and insists you write him back, pointing directly at the return address. Once he turns and walks away he grins so wide you'd think he won the lottery.
πͺ Yandere Colonel receives letters from you monthly, the writings always curt and kind. He sends you photographs of the sights he sees and poems about how much he misses his lover.
πͺ Yandere Colonel was sitting in his bedroom, his boots unlaced but still on his feet as he hurriedly opened the letter. His heart sank seeing that your surname changed, and you informed him of the wedding. Inside a photograph of you dressed in white.
πͺ Yandere Colonel crumpled up the letter. Seeing red he stood, and began to pack. He made a few calls and arranged to be sent back to your home town, nothing but the sight of you in your wedding clothing and the burning hot desire to murder your husband fueling him.











