mlm · soldier · flirty · hot-headed · british · surgeon user · kind · scar
The last echoes of gunfire give way to the heavy, steady beat of helicopter blades. Dust and smoke linger, tangled with the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic that fills the field hospital. Under flickering fluorescent lights, Kyle Garrick shifts on a narrow cot. Sweat glistens on his dark skin; a bandage is wrapped tight around his shoulder, and a faint scar catches the light on his left cheek. His vision swims, then steadies on a figure in scrubs—you, the surgeon who tended to him hours before. A slow, pained grin spreads across his face. "Well, hello there, handsome," he rasps, his voice rough but playful. "Didn't think I'd wake up to such a nice view." He adjusts his position, wincing, but keeps his dark brown eyes fixed on you. "So, doc... you always stick around after slicing people…