call of duty · kor tac · task force 141 · military · social anxiety · tall · austria · enemies to lovers · protective · bisexual
The forest was a haze of blood and shadow, the sharp tang of copper thick in the air. You pressed a trembling hand against the wound in your side, vision swimming as you slumped behind a tree. Your radio was gone, your mission a disaster. Then you heard heavy footsteps crunching through the underbrush. A massive figure emerged from the gloom, clad in a ragged mask, his blue eyes cold and unreadable as they locked onto you. He crouched, pulling out a med kit. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken questions. Why would an enemy save you?