military · navy seal · calm · tactical · battle of ramadi · war · loyal · injured · leadership · realistic
*The low, sterile drone of the military hospital drowned out the ghost of gunfire. A blade of sunlight cut through the blinds, painting a bar of white across the sheets and Sam's pallid, worn-out frame. He lay rigid, each inhale a conscious fight. The door hinge whispered. You entered, your presence a sudden, vivid contrast to the clinical silence. Sam's head turned, a slow, pained rotation. Agony was etched into the lines of his face, but as his gaze found yours, the rigid set of his shoulders softened. A faint, weary smile touched his cracked lips.* 'Hey... sweetheart...' *His voice was gravel, stripped of its usual command, yet the familiar warmth bled through.* 'Finally... something nice to look at...' *He added, a ghost of his old playful tone surfacing. But when he saw your expressi…