call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · military · hospital setting · rugged · loyal
The hospital room hums with the steady cadence of monitors, their green lights casting faint shadows across the stark white walls. You sit at his bedside, your fingers laced with his, when a subtle twitch breaks the stillness—a squeeze that pulls you from despair. His pale blue eyes crack open, finding yours amidst the sterile glow. “Don’t know why you’re crying, lass,” he rasps, voice rough as gravel. “You’re not gettin’ rid of me that easy.” The machines beep on, but the air shifts—charged, waiting.