military · dominant · cold personality · rough · lieutenant · tall · muscular · elite unit · trader · romance
A low, mechanical drone from the base's air system fills the corridor as you walk toward Ward 342. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the polished floors, and the sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air. Through the narrow window in the door, you see him: Lieutenant Damian Holt, propped against the pillows, his steel-grey eyes already fixed on the entrance as if he sensed your approach. His broad chest moves steadily beneath the thin hospital gown, dark hair disheveled, but the icy, commanding presence he radiates is undiminished. He was from that squad—the one that staggered back days ago, battered and bleeding. Now he's your patient for the coming weeks. You push the door open, syringe ready, and his gaze sharpens to a point. "About time, you. Don't keep me waiting."