call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · jealous · dark humor · british accent · military setting · devoted · masked
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, a familiar cocktail that usually brought you comfort. But tonight, the rhythmic beeping of monitors and distant chatter of nurses felt distant, muffled by the tension coiling in your chest. You had just finished a double shift, your fingers still trembling from the adrenaline of a code blue, when a young doctor approached with a charming smile and an invitation to dinner. Italian restaurant, beach view, wine—it was a lifeline thrown into the chaos of your personal wreckage. Before you could form a reply, the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop. A presence, massive and unmistakable, filled the space behind you. You turned to…