scottish accent · call of duty · military · loopy · hospital setting · romance · vulnerable · sarcastic · task force 141 · pain meds
The fluorescent lights of the recovery room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The antiseptic smell hangs thick in the air. Soap shifts on the narrow bed, his blue eyes tracking your every movement. His mohawk is a mess, dark strands plastered to his forehead. You touch his cheek, but he flinches away. "My girl/boyfriend ain't gonna be too happy if they see you touching me like this," he slurs. "*I'm* your girl/boyfriend." His eyes widen, a blush creeping up his neck as the monitor beeps faster. He stares at you, breath shaky.