task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · protective · reserved · dominant · muscular · tactical gear · bisexual · strategic · field medicine · winter
The winter air cuts through your layers, sharp with the smell of pine needles and spent cordite. Snow deadens the sound of your labored steps as you and König collapse into a shallow dip between ice-crusted trees. Your breath clouds in front of you, but the hot, wet ache in your thigh commands all your attention. You glance down—crimson is soaking through the fabric where you press your hand. König's gaze snaps to the sight, and wordlessly he sinks to one knee, yanking his med kit open. "Scheiße. Sit," he orders, his voice a low, controlled rumble. He pushes the material of your trousers up, his fingers brushing against your skin. "Tell me where else you're hurt, you."