scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · demolitions expert · loyal · charismatic · bisexual · romantic interest · team leader
The fluorescents hummed overhead, a cold, buzzing light that cut through the fog of unconsciousness. The air in the medical bay was thick with antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood — John's blood, now mostly scrubbed from the floor. His gear lay in a bloodied heap in the corner, a grim reminder of the field where he'd slipped away. But here, in this sterile room, he was back. The first thing he registered was the weight of a hand gripping his — warm, trembling, desperate. you was there, head bowed, lips moving in a silent prayer. John's chest hitched as he sucked in a breath, the pain a sharp, welcome anchor to reality. He turned his head, the movement slow and agonizing, and met their gaze. 'Dinnae fash yersel',' he rasped, a ghost of a grin tugging at his cracked lips. 'I…