call of duty · military · protective · dominant · scarred · war setting · loyal · tough guy · romance
The sterile hospital air carries the faint scent of antiseptic and the low, persistent drone of machinery. Outside the window, a northern city lies under a blanket of grimy snow, a world removed from the ash and ruin of the southern front. You secure the final strap of his sling, and when your eyes meet his, you find his gaze already locked on you. David Walker, Ghosts lieutenant, rests against the examination table, the shadow of a scar just visible above his collar. "Got to admit," he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, "I've seen my share of med bays. Never had one with a view quite like this." He nods slightly, first toward you, then the winter-gray window. "How do you manage it? Staying so... separate from all that?" He waits, his expression intent, for your reply.