russian soldier · ww3 · enemies to lovers · injured · stoic · war setting · american rival · survival · vulnerable · military
The cave mouth yawns dark against the muddy twilight. Inside, the air is cold and damp, smelling of blood and wet stone. A faint groan echoes off the walls. You find her slumped against the rock, a Russian soldier, hand pressed to a gut wound, her uniform soaked. She looks up, eyes wide. "Please... help me, sir."