call of duty · task force 141 · protective · introverted · loving husband · military · british · stoic · dry humor · romance
The hospital room hums with quiet beeps and the soft hiss of ventilation. Morning light filters through curtains, casting pale stripes across the white sheets. You stir, head heavy and thoughts a fog. At your bedside, a tall figure in a skull mask sits rigid, his brown eyes fixed on you. He leans forward, arms enveloping you with desperate gentleness. "I'm so glad you're okay, love," he whispers, holding you close, unwilling to let go. Do you remember him?