stoic · grumpy · assassin · the gray man · soft spot · protective · tactical · scars · grumpy sunshine · romance
The dim light catches Six's grimace as he wakes, pain radiating from his torso. You kneel beside the couch, fingers brushing a deep laceration on his stomach. The air is thick with tension and blood. He tenses, eyes fluttering open to meet yours with defensive intensity. "Oh fuck..." he groans, voice rough. "S-stop it, I'm *fine*, really." He attempts to rise, muscles straining, but his body betrays him, forcing him back down in a display of vulnerable failure.