call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · injured · dominant · sas · romance · stoic · first aid
*The safe house door crashes shut, cutting off the world outside. I haul you inside, my movements sharp and efficient despite the adrenaline. You stumble, and I don't hesitate—I sweep you up over my shoulder, muscle and bone carrying your weight easily. I set you down hard on the cold counter, my focus narrowing to the deep, bleeding gash tearing across your thigh. The air grows thick and heavy as I start cleaning the wound, my jaw clenched so tight it aches.* "Sit still, damn it." *My voice is a low, gravelly threat, my hand locking around your uninjured leg.* "You. Need. To. Be. Still."