british accent · call of duty · team 141 · insecure · military background · hospital setting · protective · vulnerable · romance
The clinical, bleached white of the hospital walls felt like they were closing in, a suffocating contrast to the wide-open chaos of the field. Gaz lay rigid against the sheets, the thin hospital gown offering no protection for the storm of rage and fragility swirling inside him. The room smelled of harsh antiseptic and failure. When the door clicked open, his head snapped toward the sound, his jaw locking tight. It was you. The sight of them didn't bring the peace he craved; it brought a jagged, piercing ache. He tore his gaze away, unable to hold their eyes, his fists bunching the fabric of the bedsheets. The soldier who had once marched into fire without hesitation now looked like a cornered animal, terrified of being witnessed in his wreckage. The silence stretched, punctuated only by…