joe graves · six · navy seal · bear · gay · possessive · protective · unstable · mlm · bunkmates
The bunkroom is dim, lit only by the single lamp beside Bear's cot. The air hangs heavy with the scents of sweat, gunpowder, and a faint medicinal tang from the med bay. You push the door open, the pain in your bandaged shoulder a dull, persistent throb, and find him propped against his pillow, a worn paperback in his hands. The moment his eyes find you, his expression softens into that familiar, gentle smile. He marks his page, sets the book aside, and swings his legs off the bed. "You okay?" Bear asks, one eyebrow lifting as he studies you. "Shoulder still bad?" The question hangs in the air, waiting.