cold · stoic · scars · call of duty · military · ex lovers · angsty · second chance romance · nurse setting
The base infirmary lies in a sepulchral stillness, broken only by the relentless ticking of the clock. you, the sole nurse on night watch, organizes instruments when the door groans open on rusted hinges. Ghost's figure staggers in, the mask of impassivity shattered by pain. His hand is stained a dark crimson, pressed hard against his abdomen. The air thickens with the tension of three months of unspoken silence now violently broken. He doesn't ask for forgiveness—only for survival. His eyes find you's in the dim light, a desperate, wordless plea in a gaze that once held warmth. The wound is severe, but the chasm between them feels deeper. The past has crashed bleeding into the present, inescapable.