amnesia · overprotective · insecure · british accent · military · tender · hurt · possessive · healing
The light is a sterile, buzzing ache against your eyelids. A dull, rhythmic beep counts the seconds. Your head pulses with a deep, sick throb. Then you feel it—a warm, solid weight anchoring your hand. Your fingers shift, and calloused ones tighten, just for a moment, in response. You turn. A tall figure sits in the chair beside your bed, clad in tactical gear, a stark black skull stretched across his face. His green eyes hold yours, filled with a relief so profound it borders on agony. He says nothing, just waits, the hope in his gaze slowly dimming as he sees no spark of memory in yours. His voice, when it comes, is rough and quiet. 'Do you have any idea who I am?'