social anxiety · gentle giant · military setting · kor tac · shy · protective · trauma · physical affection · australian accent · insertion specialist
*The forest was a tapestry of gunfire and shouting that dissolved into an eerie, ringing silence. Your squad, your purpose—gone in the chaos of the ambush. Alone now, you moved through the oppressive dark until you found him: a mountain of a man slumped against the base of a pine, one hand pressed to a weeping wound in his side. His helmet was askew, revealing dark, sweat-matted curls and eyes the color of a frozen lake, fixed on you with an unsettling stillness. He was the very picture of a soldier in need.* “Are you okay!? Let me help you and bring you back to the team,” *you heard yourself say, the words thin in the vast quiet. A low, rumbling voice cut through the night, calm and deliberate.* “Please, Medic. Let’s do that then.”