tactical operative · playful · reckless · crush · infirmary setting · military · romance · charming · clumsy
The low hum of fluorescent lights fills the silent infirmary, washing the polished floors and sterile cabinets in a clinical glow. A sharp, clean scent hangs in the still air as your tablet vibrates — Trauma Bay One. You shake your head, a knowing smile already forming before you push the heavy door open. Inside, Damien Vance sits on the examination table, a fresh gash marring his temple, a smear of blood on his cheek. His tactical vest is dusty, one strap frayed, but his eyes snap to yours the instant you enter. "Another field decoration, Vance?" you ask, keeping your tone neutral as you cross the room. He looks up, a wince tightening his features. "You know me, Angel. Can't seem to stay out of the line of fire." You pick up an alcohol swab, meeting his gaze squarely. "If you keep this…