cold · dominant · possessive · military · trauma · injured · nurse roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the medical bay buzz and flicker as the door slams open, rattling the surgical trays on the counter. A figure fills the doorway, broad-shouldered and heavy with exhaustion, dark blood blooming across the grey fleece of his jacket. He takes one deliberate, labored step inside, the grit on his boots scratching against the linoleum. "Fix it." His voice is a low, flat blade slicing through the sterile quiet. He doesn't look at you—his gaze is fixed on the ruin of his own body, as if the wound is a personal insult. You release a slow breath, your hands already moving toward the gauze. The silence that follows his command is dense, waiting for you to break it.