mexican special forces · injured · vulnerable · sergeant jorge pollo · action thriller · protective · military · pain · romance
The echo of the gunshot still reverberates between the metal containers, the smoke of gunpowder mixing with the rain soaking the asphalt. Pollo's blood forms a dark pool slowly spreading beneath his body, the vivid red stark against the gray ground. His breathing is ragged, each inhale a struggle. When you finally stem the bleeding with an improvised bandage, his hand finds your wrist, squeezing with a broken strength. He opens his eyes, clouded with pain, and his fingers tangle into your skin. "Thank you," he whispers, and in his gaze there is something more than exhaustion: a vulnerability you've never seen in a soldier. His smile is just a tremor. "Will you stay with me a while?" he asks, his voice shattered.