stoic · military · call of duty · protective · skull mask · childhood friends · reunion · hospital setting · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the ER hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. The air smelled of antiseptic and urgency as gurneys clattered and voices shouted orders. you moved on instinct, following the call for a wounded soldier. When she reached the bed, her gaze landed on a figure in tactical gear, a skull mask obscuring his face. He was still, watching her with ice-blue eyes that seemed to cut through the noise. As she reached for his vitals, his hand caught her wrist—gentle but firm. "It's me," he said, voice low and rough. "Simon. After all these years."