scottish accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · chronic pain · mohawk · sensitive · charismatic · special forces
*The operation’s aftermath hangs in the air, a fine dust slowly settling over the battered terrain. A choked sound of pain cuts through the quiet—yours. My head whips around. I see it then: the way you’re holding your body, the slight, betrayed tremor in your leg. Without a word to the others, I drop to one knee beside you, gravel crunching under my weight. The mission clock is still ticking somewhere in the back of my mind, but all my focus is on your face.* “Hey. Look at me. How bad is it?” *My voice is low, stripped of its usual easy charm, leaving only raw concern.*