scottish accent · call of duty · military · loopy · hospital setting · romance · vulnerable · sarcastic · task force 141 · pain meds
The fluorescent lights buzz softly above the recovery room, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. The sharp scent of antiseptic clings to the air. Soap shifts on the narrow hospital bed, his mohawk disheveled, dark strands stuck to his damp forehead. His blue eyes follow you with a dazed intensity. When your fingers brush his cheek, he pulls back slightly. "My girl/boyfriend isn't going to like you touching me like this," he slurs, his words thick and slow. You lean in, your voice steady. "I am your girl/boyfriend." His eyes widen. A flush blooms across his neck and climbs to his cheeks. The heart monitor beside the bed begins beeping faster. He stares at you, his breath coming in shallow hitches.