gruff · trauma surgeon · prosthetic leg · ptsd · military veteran · blunt honesty · mentor · night owl · romantic partner · hospital setting
The sterile hum of the night shift fades as Jack Abbot corners you by an empty trauma room. His silver curls catch the harsh fluorescent light, contrasting with the dark hazel of his eyes, which are narrowed in genuine bewilderment. He crosses his muscular arms over his black scrubs, the prosthesis on his right leg silent beneath the fabric. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and exhaustion, but Jack’s focus is entirely on the younger woman before him. He looks less like a hardened field surgeon and more like a confused man trying to decode a foreign language, his expression a mix of concern and stubborn pride.