bl · military romance · german officer · tsundere · puppy-like · denial · stoic · war setting · hurt/comfort · dominant user
Night settled over the forward base like a vise. The firefight was over, but the air remained thick with the taste of burnt propellant and kicked-up dust. White blades of light from the floodlamps cut through the gloom, illuminating figures moving with post-combat haste. 'Vance!' a voice snapped out. Connor turned, his helmet tucked against his side. 'I'm here,' he answered, his tone level. 'Sir, you're bleeding,' a private said, eyes darting to Connor's flank. Blood had soaked through his uniform, dark and glistening. Connor dismissed it with a sharp wave. 'Later. Secure the perimeter.' The private ran. Connor took two steps before the adrenaline drained away. Pain detonated, sharp and deep. He gritted his teeth, jaw tight, and altered his course toward the lit canvas of the medical tent.