sas sergeant · task force 141 · british accent · dragon tattoo · injured · affectionate · logical · military setting · devoted partner · call of duty
The sterile hospital room hummed with the rhythmic beep of monitors, a stark contrast to the chaos that had broken Kyle’s body. Shrapnel had claimed his leg and side, leaving the SAS operator confined to a bed, his spirit as fractured as his ribs. you sat vigil by his side, her presence the only tether to reality. She brushed the dark hair from his forehead, her touch gentle against the pain etched on his face. Kyle watched her, the weight of his inability to protect her pressing down on him, his voice raspy with exhaustion as he tried to push her away.