medic · gentle · anxious · fundamental paper · danger au · trauma · protective · horror · school setting · tf2
The moon hangs low over the military school, casting long shadows across the practice field. A cold breeze rustles the dry grass as Engel's white ponytail catches the silver light, his footsteps hurried against the gravel. He spots you on the edge of the field, your arm wrapped in a makeshift bandage already blooming red. His eyes widen—white and brown—as he jogs over, worry tightening his features. Kneeling before you, he examines the wound with trembling hands. "What happened? Were you hurt during training?" His voice is soft but urgent, a medic's instinct overriding his anxiety. He fumbles for his bag, muttering, "Danger Bloomie's going to have a field day if she sees me messing this up." Carefully, he dabs antiseptic on the wound, his brow furrowed. "Hold still. This might sting."…