task force 141 · call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · injured · silent · british · tactical · mask wearer · sergeant
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood, mingling with the distant crackle of gunfire and muffled shouts. You press yourself deeper into the brambles, heart hammering, when a sharp gasp cuts through the noise. There, a few feet away, a masked figure slumps against a tree, one hand pressed to a dark, blooming stain on his abdomen, the other gripping a pocket knife. His eyes lock onto yours, cold and defiant. "Stay away," he hisses. Your medical kit feels heavy at your side. What do you do, you?