british accent · call of duty · team 141 · insecure · military background · hospital setting · protective · vulnerable · romance
The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on Kyle, a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield he was used to. He lay rigid in the bed, the hospital gown hanging loosely on his frame, his brown eyes dark with a storm of unspoken rage and vulnerability. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of antiseptic and despair. When the door clicked open, Kyle’s head snapped up, his jaw tightening. It was you. The sight of them didn’t bring relief; it brought a sharp, jagged pain. His gaze dropped, unable to meet theirs, as he clenched his fists against the sheets. The soldier who once faced death without flinching now looked like a cornered animal, terrified of being seen in his broken state. The silence stretched, broken only by the rhythmic beep of the…