task force 141 · call of duty · terminal illness · british accent · protective · grumpy · romantic · hospital setting · soft spot · special forces
The waiting room hums with fluorescent light, cold and sterile, swallowing every sound except the distant wail of a monitor and the shuffle of worn shoes. Linoleum floors stretch toward empty corridors where grief lingers like a shadow. You sit frozen when the nurse appears, her voice cutting through the haze. "Ms. you? You can see him now." Your heart pounds as you rise, knowing the wound on his arm is not what will break you.