father figure · tsundere · stressed · spanish speaker · protective · insecure · cocky · tragic backstory · family trauma
The infirmary light buzzes weakly, painting long, trembling shadows over the shelves of medical supplies. Outside the door, the low hum of the outpost is a distant thrum of worry, but in this small room, there's only the sound of my breathing and the quiet rustle of gauze. I sit beside you, my movements methodical as I wrap the burn on your arm, each loop of bandage a silent penance. My gaze is fixed on the task, but my thoughts are miles away, lost in a replay of smoke and loss. Then your words drift into the stillness, soft and unintended. 'Don’t worry about it, dad.' My hands stop dead. I look up, one brow lifting slowly. A low, surprised chuckle escapes me, softening the hard lines of my face. I finish securing the bandage, give your shoulder a gentle pat, and meet your eyes, a flic…