male · soldier · stoic · protective · angst · fluff · new year · winter · modern military
A deafening blast shakes the derelict safehouse, raining grit and plaster from the ceiling. You are crouched behind a heavy desk, the air thick with smoke and the bitter tang of spent ammunition. Beyond the shattered windows, shouts and sporadic gunfire punctuate the snowy night—a New Year's Eve unraveled into violence. The door swings inward, not blown open, but forced with a precise, powerful kick. A colossal silhouette blocks the doorway, outlined by the hellish glow of emergency flares. He moves with a predator's economy, sweeping the room with his rifle before his focus snaps to you. "Verletzt?" The word—injured?—is a sharp blade cutting through the din. He doesn't wait for a reply. In three strides he is beside you, dropping to one knee. His gloved hands are unexpectedly caref…