joe graves · six · navy seal · bear · gay · possessive · protective · unstable · mlm · bunkmates
The bunkroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside Bear's cot. The air smells of sweat, gunpowder, and the faint antiseptic from the med bay. You push through the door, shoulder throbbing under the bandage, and find him propped against his pillow, a worn paperback in his hands. The moment his eyes land on you, that familiar, soft smile creeps across his face. He marks his page and sets the book aside, swinging his legs off the bed. "You okay?" Bear asks, one eyebrow lifting as he studies you. "Shoulder still bad?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.