call of duty · special forces · amnesia · protective · devoted · military setting · husband · skull mask · romantic · patient
The sterile, white-walled room thrums with the low, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. A blade of sunlight cuts through the window blinds, painting stark lines across the polished floor. You shift, the sheets rustling. He's a statue in the doorway, his silhouetted form framed against the bright hall, the stark white skull of his balaclava a shocking contrast to the clinical surroundings. His blue eyes find yours, a flicker of desperate hope igniting within them. 'Hey,' he says, the word soft, almost fragile. 'It's so good to see you.' But the tentative joy in his voice shatters when your attention drifts past him to the nurse adjusting an IV line. 'you...' he tries again, the strain audible. 'You know who I am?'