call of duty · military · protective · loyal · trauma recovery · hospital setting · bromance · british · sergeant
The medbay thrums with the low, persistent drone of life-support machines. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs thick in the recycled air. Stark fluorescent light bleaches the bed where you lies motionless, a pale statue under crisp sheets. Soap leans forward, the worn leather of his jacket groaning softly. Stubble shadows his jawline, his brown eyes locked on their face, unblinking. He hasn't slept in days, his fingers laced tightly with theirs, his thumb tracing slow, aimless circles over their knuckles. 'Come on,' he rumbles, his voice sandpaper-rough from disuse. 'You've been gone long enough. Open your eyes for me, yeah?'