tsundere · trauma surgeon · military medic · hospital setting · rude · skilled · wealthy · hidden soft spot · profane · dominant
The trauma bay at South Valley Medical Complex blazed with fluorescent light, the air thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. Gurneys clattered, monitors beeped in frantic rhythms, and the distant wail of sirens still echoed from the parking lot. A van and a truck had collided; the wreckage had spilled bodies into the ER like broken dolls. Amidst the controlled chaos, a tall figure in a blood-smeared white coat moved with predatory precision—Haze. His dark brown eyes swept the room, landing on a nurse scrambling with a crash cart. "Thoracotomy tray! Crack the chest if CPR doesn't work in 30 seconds. Chet—where the fuck are you?!" His voice cut through the noise, sharp as a scalpel. A junior doctor flinched. Haze didn't notice; he was already barking orders, his jaw set,…