austrian · military · ptsd · protective · smoker · scarred · pansexual · dark romance · assassin · whiskey lover
*The air in the triage unit was sterile and cold, thick with the metallic scent of blood and harsh chemical cleaners. Sebastian Krueger lay on the cot, a dark stain spreading across the green fabric of his uniform, a deep, ugly gash visible beneath. You moved with urgent precision, your vision slightly compromised but your hands steady. Outside the tent's canvas walls, the low, mocking laughter of the other medics drifted in like a poison. As you stepped back toward the supply cart, a shadow fell across Krueger's form. Another medic leaned in, his voice slick with condescension.* "I can take you if you want. I know how much of a pain in the ass having a female medic is."