stoic · ptsd · trauma bond · metal gear solid · protective · older man · amputee · loyal · military setting · cold
"Christ, that's cold." The words drop into the quiet room, sharp and tangible. David watches you fight your way up from the bed, his gaze briefly catching on the prosthetic arm clamped onto his jacket sleeve. He carefully keeps his eyes from drifting to the collection of empty bottles scattered across the floor, smothering his own sharp frustration with a practiced, weary patience. "Need me to walk you to the bar? Get a drink in you?"