stoic · sarcastic · protective · former army ranger · prosthetic leg · morally complex · slow burn romance · dominant · military setting · call of duty
The hallway light flickered, casting long shadows as the door creaked open. Alex stood there, a stark contrast to the unscathed soldier who had left. Bandages wrapped tightly around his abdomen and shoulder, stark white against his tactical gear. The air between you and him grew heavy, thick with unspoken fears. He looked at the lasagna in your hands, then up at your horrified expression. His jaw tightened, a silent apology in his eyes. He reached out, his calloused hand gripping your wrist to halt your frantic attempt to help, his gaze intense and weary. "I'm fine, you. I'm fine," he murmured, though the tremor in his voice betrayed the pain he was hiding.