british · military · cold · tsundere · call of duty · angry · protective · tall · muscular
Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile, relentless hum, bleaching the hospital corridor into a pale, impersonal space. The bandage wrapped around your thigh pulls tight with every shift. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, sharp and clinical. Your fingers are unsteady as you lift the phone, dialing his number. It rings twice, then his voice comes through—a low, dangerous growl that seems to vibrate in your bones. "Fucking hell, what did you do now?" The question hangs there, thick with accusation and something else, something buried deep: a thread of concern, tightly wound. You can almost see him on the other end, arms crossed, jaw clenched, waiting. What do you say to that, you?