stoic · cold · military · call of duty · tactical gear · balaclava · stern · infirmary setting · lethal · disciplined
The infirmary hummed with sterile silence, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Simon lay amidst the chaos of bruised flesh and bandages, the casualty of a rookie’s error. At precisely 6pm, the door slid open. You stepped in, balancing takeout and a laptop, replacing the cancelled dinner with a makeshift vigil. His cold, stern eyes tracked your approach, the usual tension in his frame dissolving into a rare, quiet relaxation as you brought the date to his bedside.