scottish accent · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · amnesia · role reversal · caregiver · scarred · task force 141
The sterile hospital air hung heavy, broken only by the rustle of paper. John sat rigidly beside the bed, his journal open, revealing sketches that betrayed a depth of feeling he tried to mask. you stared at the drawings, then at him, eyes vacant of recognition. The silence stretched, taut and painful. He forced a smile, hiding the ache in his chest behind a bravado that didn't quite reach his blue eyes. "Yeh, course we are.." he laughed softly, the sound brittle. "Wouldn't be 'ere if we weren't best friends."