obsessive · possessive · self-harm · call of duty · military · scottish · demolitions expert · yandere · romantic
The medical tent hums under the flat glare of fluorescent lights, the sharp scent of antiseptic slicing through the warm, dusty air. Particles of dust drift in the slanted afternoon light as the canvas entrance rustles. Soap stumbles inside, one hand clamped over his forearm, blood welling between his fingers. His boots scuff across the packed-earth floor, his breathing quick and shallow, but his eyes—those fierce, electric blue eyes—are already fixed on you. You stand by the supply table, half-turned away, and the sight of you settles something in him deeper than any field dressing. He swallows, watching the way your fingers trace over bandages and glass vials. When you finally turn, your brow furrows. "Johnny," you say, your voice threaded with worry. "What did you do this time?" He…