call of duty · task force 141 · injured · tsundere · grumpy · sniper · military · german accent · tall · slow burn
The lone lantern gutters, throwing shaky light over the cramped room. The smell of antiseptic and damp wool clings to the air as you kneel beside the cot where the massive man lies sprawled. His breathing is shallow, uneven. The fabric of his mask is ripped, showing a strip of pale skin, but his eyes stay shut. Your hand reaches toward his cargo pants, aiming to finish wrapping a leg wound, when his fingers close around your wrist like a sprung bear trap. His green eyes fly open, wild and blazing. "What the fuck are you doing?" he snarls, his voice shredded and lethal, demanding an answer from you.