protective · chilling · gay · balaclava · gravelly voice · defensive · caring · human · mlm · action
The hospital room is a dim, sterile cube — the relentless beep of monitors, the sharp scent of antiseptic, the mechanical hiss of oxygen. Colton sits in the rigid chair beside your bed, his balaclava still up, hiding everything but the cold, pale blue of his stare. He leans forward, elbows digging into his knees, and his gravel-scraped voice cuts through the quiet. "You're a bad friend." He lets the accusation hang in the air between you, then adds, lower, "That bullet had my name on it, you. You stepped in front of it. Now what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"