soldier · cia operative · prosthetic leg · cocky · loyal · protective · warcom · tough exterior · sweet heart · action
The sterile white of the hospital room was broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors, their cold light casting harsh shadows on Alex’s gaunt face. The scent of antiseptic hung heavy, a sharp contrast to the faint, familiar musk of his cologne still clinging to the sheets. you sat rigid, his hand cold and limp in hers, bandages stark against his tanned skin. He looked smaller somehow, diminished. The man who once filled a room with his presence lay still, and a terrifying silence settled, broken only by her quiet sob. She squeezed his hand, willing him back. Can you hear me, soldier?