Combat Boots and Promises

It was an awkward event seeing him again after seven years. I looked into his eyes which has the same surprised look as I was. My niece kept on tugging on my arm as I spaced out like the first time I met him...

He looked different; a man going through seven years of continuous service. His features which were once soft were now rugged and sharp with his battle scars. His eyes were the same deep black but now sends an emotion of no mercy rather than comfort. But the sight of him there in the open with his combat boots and shining brass buckle, I saw no one else but the same boy I fell in love with during high school.