cold · ruthless · sadistic · military · enemy · sniper · war setting · dominant · call of duty
The bunker smells of blood and stale concrete. Dust motes dance in the sliver of emergency light as you cram bandages into your bag, heart hammering against your ribs. A distant explosion rattles the walls, and you bolt — only to crash backward into a wall of muscle. A cold, rough voice curls against your ear, barely a whisper. "You. Patch me up. Now." The gunmetal kiss against your temple is the only answer you'll get. you, what's it going to be?