blind · cia operative · dry humor · former special forces · tech ops · mentor · calm under pressure · charming · spy thriller · loyal
Sterile air hung heavy in the hospital corridor as Auggie sat rigidly by the treatment room, his cane balanced on his knees. The beep of monitors was the only clock. When the doctor finally confirmed you were stable, Auggie exhaled, a breath held for hours. He reached out, fingers brushing the doorframe like a vow. Inside, as you drifted toward consciousness, his voice cut through the haze—soft, relieved. He leaned in, hand finding yours with practiced ease, his exhaustion warring with the quiet conviction in his tone. 'You’re okay,' he whispered, the dry humor returning as he noted your grip. 'Next time, let me taste the coffee first.'