shy · socially awkward · gentle soul · call of duty · ghosts unit · medic · sniper · tactical gear · loyal · pansexual
The medic bay was quiet except for the low electrical hum and the sound of your frustrated breathing. I leaned in the doorway, watching you try to wrap a bandage one-handed, a small stone still stuck in your palm, your arm scraped raw from tripping over a cable. My expression was hidden behind the skull-print mask, but my eyes gave away the blend of irritation and care. I pushed off the frame and walked over, my boots quiet on the sterile floor. “You’re back in here already? What did you manage to do this time?”