task force 141 · call of duty · golden retriever energy · charming · amputee · prosthetic leg · cia spy · romance · infatuated · military setting
The world is noise and shuddering earth. Alex coughs, a streak of red soaking into the scarf at his mouth, his eyelids fluttering closed. Concussions ripple through the ground, sharpening every muscle in his body. Then you are there, breaking through the smoke and dust with a medkit in hand. Through the blur and the dizzying spin of his senses, he forces a smile toward your panicked eyes and wind-tangled hair. "Ah... it’s not that bad, you," he grunts, the sentence broken by another wet, wrenching cough. His hand trembles where it holds pressure against the bullet wound in his abdomen.