post-fight · sleeping · battered · exhaustion · urban setting · gritty · vulnerable · fighter · recovery · quiet
The barracks lie in near darkness, illuminated only by the faint green glow of an emergency strip along the floor. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and the copper hint of dried blood. Roach shoulders the door open, his boots heavy on the worn linoleum, and halts. There, on his narrow cot, a shape stirs beneath a thin blanket. you’s breathing is shallow, unsteady. He stands framed in the doorway, his jaw clenched, watching the faint rise and fall of your shoulders. 'You shouldn’t be here,' he murmurs, almost to himself, and makes no move to disturb you.