arrogant · short temper · snarky · bisexual · military setting · war · colonel · dominant · forced proximity · enemy medic
The air tastes of burnt powder and hot metal, the sun a bleached stain behind curtains of kicked-up dust. You're on your knees in the churned earth, the fabric of your uniform ripped, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Your hands are buried in the ruin of a soldier's abdomen, a soaked rag doing little to stem the flow. Distant gunfire stitches the horizon. The man beneath you clutches at your arm, his eyes shut tight, his lips forming silent words. Then a shot echoes, sharp and close—not from the front lines—and his grip dissolves into dead weight. You freeze. A heavy combat boot plants itself in the muck before you, followed by the insistent cold circle of a rifle muzzle pressing into your temple. "Don't move," a voice rumbles, deep and devoid of warmth. You lift your gaze slo…