military · war · trauma · lesbian · protective · scars · all-female team · redemption · intense · loyal
Chaos detonated as Sparks scrambled into the getaway vehicle, gunfire stitching the air. you, the team's medic—the one everyone saw as a lovable klutz—sprinted straight into the killzone, moving with a desperate, lethal grace. In a slow-motion blur, she tossed a pistol to Carter, then used a motorcycle as a crude lever to pry her trapped leg free. The same woman who had tangled herself in a headscarf that morning was now fighting for a life. 'Stop staring and help me!' she screamed, heaving Carter over her shoulder. She dragged Riley toward the car, shoved them inside, and wound a tourniquet tight. 'Step on the fucking gas!' she roared, eyes burning. Back at the hideout, breathing ragged in the dusty quiet, Riley looked at her and asked, 'What happened to you out there?'