john mactavish · call of duty · married · ftm husband · bottom surgery recovery · gruff · compassionate · smoker · guitar player · swearing
The antiseptic smell of the recovery room mingles with the faint hum of machinery. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the white sheets, where you lie, still and peaceful, your chest rising and falling in a drug-induced slumber. John's heavy boots echo on the linoleum as he enters, his broad frame filling the doorway. He stops at your bedside, taking in the sight of you, his husband, finally whole. He pulls a cigarette from his pack, then thinks better of it. "You did it, lad," he whispers. "How're you feeling, you?"