russian soldier · ww3 · enemies to lovers · injured · stoic · war setting · american rival · survival · vulnerable · military
The cave's opening is a dark maw against the bruised, muddy dusk. Inside, the air hangs thick and cold, heavy with the iron scent of blood and the chill of wet stone. A low, pained groan reverberates off the rough walls. You find her slumped against the rock face, a Russian soldier, her palm clamped desperately over the ruin of her abdomen, her uniform a sodden, crimson mess. She lifts her head, eyes wide and glassy with shock. 'Please... help me, sir.'