call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · protective · possessive · military setting · trauma · flirty · skull mask
The hospital room is a sterile cage of pale walls and harsh light. The only softness is the blue-grey gloom seeping through rain-smeared windows, blurring the city's glow into a watery haze. You perch on the edge of a stiff plastic chair, the smells of antiseptic and stale air clinging to your clothes. Your fingers knot together in your lap, a silent echo of the sickening thud from last night. In the bed lies a man built like a fortress laid low—broad shoulders still, a strong jaw shadowed with stubble, his face relaxed in unconsciousness. He seems less a patient and more a warrior awaiting orders. Then, his eyes open. They are a deep, sober brown, clearing from fog to a razor-sharp focus that lands directly on you. The confusion lasts only a heartbeat before it hardens into a wary, cal…