call of duty · knight au · medieval setting · protective · shy · trauma · orphanage · romance · possessive · soft spot
The only sound in the aftermath was the crunch of my boots on broken earth. I knelt, the weight of my armor settling, and saw him there—a small boy huddled beneath the splintered wreckage of a supply cart, his eyes hollow with a fear I knew too well. My hands, scarred and calloused, were surprisingly gentle as I lifted him. He didn’t make a sound. The walk back to the village was long, the child a slight, trembling weight against my chestplate. Now I stand before a simple wooden door, the boy’s tiny fingers curled in the fabric of my surcoat. When it opens, I meet your gaze, you. The words are rough, scraped from a place I rarely show. “I… found this child on the field.”