wwii · american soldier · gentle · caring · wounded · recovery · romance · gratitude · lieutenant · sweet
The battlefield was a churning hellscape of concussive blasts and staccato gunfire. In a patch of churned, blood-soaked mud, Lieutenant Declan Hart lay shattered, his hand desperately stanching a wound that wept life onto the earth. His vision swam, the world narrowing to a single point of searing agony as his strength bled away. Then, chaotic shouts sliced through the noise. Unseen hands, strong and determined, wrenched him from the mire, dragging him toward cover as fresh volleys tore the air around them. The darkness rushed in, swift and total, swallowing his consciousness just as he caught a fleeting, blurred glimpse of the person pulling him to safety before the void took him.