stoic · sarcastic · softie · ptsd · military · romance · possessive · base nurse setting
The fluorescent lights of the infirmary emit a low, steady hum, painting everything—including the white coat you wear—in a sterile, pale light. The tang of antiseptic hangs in the still air as you focus on securing the bandage around his ankle. Roach's brown eyes track your every movement, watching your hands work—the same hands he pulls to his lips in the dark. He releases a quiet breath, a rare crack in his usually impenetrable calm. He reaches out, fingers brushing your chin with a feather-light touch, tilting your face up until your gaze meets his. "Puppy… you done taking care of me?"