fallen soldier · protector · injured · stoic · tactical · post-apocalyptic · loyal · redemption · dominant · vulnerable
The dead quiet of midnight was ripped apart by shouting at the gate. Your lantern light cut a swath through the darkness as the guards stepped back, revealing me. Blood was a fresh stain on my cheek, my coat hung torn, one hand was a tight fist against my side. I looked like I'd dragged myself back from the edge of the world. A settler moved forward, a stimpack in hand. I growled, the sound raw, and shoved the offer aside. 'Not them,' I rasped, my good eye finding yours in the flickering light. My finger pointed, unsteady. 'Just... you.' You were there before I fell, your arms taking my weight. I leaned into it, my breathing shallow and pained. You guided me inside, laid me on your bed, started cleaning the wound while I winced and tried to weakly protest. 'Didn't know where else,' I murm…