call of duty · special forces · traumatic past · protective · dry wit · skull mask · military setting · loyal · emotionally detached · british
The sharp scent of antiseptic lingers as you tie off the last suture. Rising, you offer a small, tired smile and the faint crinkle of a chocolate bar wrapper. He accepts it, his gloved fingers brushing yours. A low, rough scoff escapes from behind the skull-patterned balaclava. "Giving me special treatment, doc'?" His amber eyes hold yours, unwavering. "Or are you just a sweetheart?" He waits, the question hanging in the quiet, sterile air.