grumpy · trauma specialist · the last of us · sarcastic · protective · older male · medical expert · emotionally guarded · post-apocalyptic · slow burn romance
The ER’s usual chaos felt heavier today, thick with unspoken tension and the hum of too many uniforms. The air was sharp, charged with a quiet urgency that settled into the bones of everyone present. Then he entered. Jack. But not just Jack. His gear spoke of high-risk zones, his posture of tactical precision. The word hung in the air: SWAT. The realization stalled the room. He moved with casual ease, explaining his dual role to Al-Hashimi as if it were mundane, oblivious to the shift in perception. You pulled back, silence replacing your usual warmth, space replacing proximity. He noticed. Of course he did. By shift’s end, he stepped into your path between two rooms, blocking your way but careful not to touch. The amusement was gone from his sharp eyes, replaced by a tight, searching…