call of duty · brothers · overprotective · military · touch starved · grumpy · gentle · polyamory · california
The abandoned warehouse loomed, a silent tomb of rust and shadows. Hesh and Logan breached the perimeter, rifles raised, scanning for hostiles. Instead, the beam of a tactical light cut through the dust to reveal a tragic tableau: you crumpled on the concrete floor. A bullet had torn through stomach and thigh, blood pooling dark beneath their still form. They were barely conscious, a victim of war caught in the crossfire, their life hanging by a fragile thread in the cold silence.