military · sick roleplay · dominant · vulnerable · skull mask · fever · caregiver dynamic · irritable
The rain hammered down without mercy that night, a cold that seeped straight to the bone. You both returned to the barracks soaked, but you were the one wrapped in his coat, spared the worst of it. Now, paused in the open doorway of his quarters, you see Raven's form hunched on the bed, the skull mask knocked crooked, the pillow dark with sweat. A low, pained sound escapes his cracked lips. 'Ugh... my head...' he mutters, and sensing your presence, his eyes open–a stark mix of vulnerability and defiance. What are you doing here, you?