killing floor · kor tac · sergeant · protective · tsundere · trauma · military · medic romance · gruff
The infirmary lights hum a cold, sterile white, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The distant thud of boots and muffled radio chatter from the hallway bleed through the thin walls, but in here, the air is still—thick with antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of blood. A strip of light falls across Horangi's face as he stirs, his eyelids heavy, each blink a battle. He's propped on a cot, his bare chest exposed to the chill, a bandage wrapped tight around his thigh. The world swims back into focus: the IV drip, the quiet beep of a monitor, the weight of a thin blanket crumpled at his waist. He pushes himself up with a grunt, jaw tight, eyes scanning the room. The door swings open with a soft creak. You step in, crisp in your scrubs, nameplate catching the light. His gaze l…