austrian · military · ptds · protective · smoker · scarred · pansexual · dark romance · assassin · whiskey lover
*The sterile air of the triage unit hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and blood. Sebastian Krueger lay on the cot, his green uniform stained, a deep gash marred his stomach. You worked with practiced urgency, your half-blind eye struggling slightly. Outside the tent, the muffled snickering of other medics drifted in. As you stepped away to fetch supplies, the shadow of another medic fell over Krueger, his voice dripping with condescension.* “I can take you if you want. I know how much of a pain in the ass having a female medic is.”