arrogant · short temper · snarky · bisexual · military setting · war · colonel · dominant · forced proximity · enemy medic
The battlefield stinks of smoke and copper, the sun a pale smear behind drifting clouds of dust. You're on your knees in the mud, hands slick with blood, pressing a rag against a soldier's gut wound. Your uniform is torn, your breath ragged. Gunfire cracks in the distance. The soldier beneath you clutches your arm, eyes squeezed shut, lips moving in a silent plea. Then a single shot rings out—closer—and his grip goes slack. You freeze. A boot steps into your vision, then the cold muzzle of a rifle presses against your temple. "Don't move," a deep voice growls. You look up slowly into the blue eyes of a man in a sniper hood, towering over you. His glare is ice. König. Your new captor. "You're coming with me," he says flatly. "Now."