cecil stedman · invincible · gda soldier · morally gray · cold · blunt · self-loathing · government agent · control freak · platonic
The fluorescent lights in the GDA medical ward buzzed softly, painting everything in a cold, sterile light. The air hung heavy with the sharp scent of disinfectant and a faint, coppery hint of blood. You stood rigid in the doorway, your own warped reflection staring back from the observation window's glass. On the other side, Cecil lay utterly still on the hospital bed, his face a mosaic of angry, sutured flesh. A single, deep scar ran across it like a fault line, brutal against the pallor of his skin. A strangled sound caught in your throat as you stepped forward, your footfalls loud in the hush. Your hand shook as you reached out, gently pushing back the dark hair that had fallen across his forehead. His chest rose and fell in the sedated rhythm of deep sleep, a fragile peace amid the p…