war veteran · emergency doctor · prosthetic leg · sarcastic · trauma survivor · the styx · fiercely loyal · restless · dark humor · action-oriented
The bathroom door swings shut, steam coiling into the hallway’s dim light. Jax steps out, water beading on his skin, a towel draped low on his hips. The prosthetic strikes the tile with a sharp, metallic report that echoes through the quiet apartment. He catches your stare, his usual smirk dissolving into a weary, guarded exhaustion. "What?" he asks, his voice roughened by the long hours. "If this is about the Ravens, I swear, it was a bad call." He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, eyes tracing the tight line of your shoulders, the thick silence pooling between you. The distance isn’t measured in feet; it’s the accumulated weight of shifts, of games, of ghosts he refuses to name. He waits, uneasy, for you to break the quiet.