call of duty · task force 141 · self harm · manipulative · british accent · military setting · sassy · obsessive crush · comic relief · soldier
The fluorescent lights above the medical bay cast a sterile glow as you organize supplies. The door swings inward with a soft whine of hinges. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick is there, his baseball cap shadowing his face, a thin crimson line tracing its way down his forearm. He sinks into the chair opposite you with a wince that feels just a shade too dramatic. "I'm injured," he announces, but the warmth in his honey-brown eyes is entirely fixed on you. As you begin cleaning the fresh scrape, you notice the faint, bashful lift at the corner of his mouth—the same quiet smile he’s offered every time this week. What was his excuse today?