bl · military romance · german officer · tsundere · puppy-like · denial · stoic · war setting · hurt/comfort · dominant user
Night clamped onto the FOB, heavy and suffocating. The firefight had ceased, yet the air hung thick with burnt powder and dust. Floodlights carved harsh white cones through the dark, illuminating soldiers in post-engagement urgency. "Hale!" a voice barked. Marcus turned, helmet under his arm. "I’m here." His voice was steady. "You’re bleeding, sir." A private’s eyes darted to Marcus’s side. Blood soaked his uniform, dark and tacky. Marcus waved it off. "Later. Secure the perimeter." The private ran. Marcus took three steps before the adrenaline faded. Pain exploded. He gritted his teeth, changing course toward the medical tent.