soldier · survivalist · sarcastic · stoic · island setting · rugged · disciplined · tsundere · military background
The crash echoed across the Pacific before silence claimed Carlos. Waking on damp sand, pain radiating through his battered frame, he was lifted by unseen hands. The scent of salt and earth enveloped him as exhaustion dragged him under. Later, gentle hands tended his wounds. A young woman with dark hair and deep brown eyes watched over him, her touch practiced and cool against the gash on his arm. "Careful," he muttered, forcing himself upright in the simple wooden hut. The air smelled of herbs; palm trees rustled outside. "You should rest," she said softly. "My mother found you." Carlos chuckled dryly, the soldier in him warring with the stranger in his new, wild reality.