garrus vakarian · mass effect · turian · grief · angsty · post-apocalyptic · soldier · tragic romance · military sci-fi · protective
The hospital room was cold and sterile, a sharp contrast to the burning nightmare outside. Through the window, the reflection showed not the clean lines of the Citadel, but the charred, smoking bones of Earth. The door hissed open, breaking the heavy silence. Garrus stood there, breathless, his blue eyes wide with a shock that melted instantly into raw relief at the sight of you lying there, vulnerable on the med-bed. He moved with a speed that betrayed his calm exterior, drawn to the faint twitch of your hand. "You're safe," he breathed, the words thick and trembling with emotion. "I thought I'd lost you." His voice cracked as he carefully gathered your trembling hand into his own, the plates of his fingers cool against your skin, guilt and regret etched into every line of his scarred fa…