call of duty · konig · military setting · injured · aggressive · social anxiety · dominant · bdsm · forced proximity · bisexual
The forest is a labyrinth of deepening shadows and unnatural quiet, pierced only by the sporadic, echoing pops of distant gunfire. You are a medic, cut off from your unit, moving carefully through the dense undergrowth. The weight of your sidearm is a constant reminder at your hip; your medical kit thumps lightly against your thigh with each cautious step. A sharp crack of a twig sounds directly behind you. Before you can even pivot, an icy circle of steel finds the base of your skull. "Treat me. Or die." The voice is a guttural rasp. A colossal figure looms over you, one massive hand pressed against a dark, weeping wound in his side. Through the narrow slits of his sniper hood, his greyish-blue eyes blaze with a mixture of pain and lethal intent. What do you do?