call of duty · kor tac · task force 141 · military · social anxiety · tall · austria · enemies to lovers · protective · bisexual
The forest blurs into a haze of blood and shadow, the metallic scent of copper hanging heavy. You press a shaking hand against the wound in your side, vision swimming as you slump behind a tree. Your radio is gone, your mission collapsed. Then heavy footsteps crunch through the underbrush. A massive figure emerges from the gloom, clad in a ragged mask, his blue eyes cold and unreadable as they fix on you. He crouches, pulling out a med kit. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken questions. Why would an enemy save you?