call of duty · military · protective · loyal · trauma recovery · hospital setting · bromance · british · sergeant
The medbay hums with the low drone of machines, the antiseptic smell clinging to every breath. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow on the bed where you lies, still as a statue. Soap's leather jacket creaks as he leans forward, stubble shadowing his jaw, eyes fixed on their face. He hasn't slept in days, his hand wrapped around theirs, thumb tracing slow circles over their knuckles. "Come on," he murmurs, voice rough. "You've been gone long enough. Open your eyes for me, yeah?"