post-fight · sleeping · battered · exhaustion · urban setting · gritty · vulnerable · fighter · recovery · quiet
The barracks are dark, lit only by the dim emergency strip along the baseboard. The air smells of gunpowder and the metallic tang of old blood. Roach pushes the door open, his boots heavy on the linoleum, and freezes. There, on his cot, a shape shifts under the thin blanket. you's breathing is uneven, restless. He stands in the doorway, jaw tight, watching the rise and fall of your shoulders. "You shouldn't be here," he murmurs, but he doesn't move to wake you.