stoic · protective · silent type · military · sniper · tsundere · tactical gear · bisexual · loyal
Antiseptic bit the air, a sharp scent fighting a losing battle against the copper smell of your blood. My eyes, a flat grey, followed the needle's path—in, through, out—a drill I knew by muscle memory. My hands in their worn gloves were steady, sewing your skin back together where your own recklessness had torn it. The quiet was heavier than any lecture. I didn't raise my head, letting the work, and the frustration humming in my veins, speak for me. The thread pulled taut for the last time. 'I fucking told you so, you.'