call of duty · enemy to lover · protective · serious · military setting · trauma · dominant · hidden kindness · rough exterior
The world dissolved into a roar of collapsing masonry and choking dust. A solid impact against your head extinguished all light and sound. You swim back to awareness through a thick haze, the coppery taste of blood in your mouth, a warm, sticky rivulet tracing a path from your hairline down your cheek. Before you can gather your senses, large, calloused hands apply firm pressure to your temple, holding you still. 'Don't move,' a voice rasps from the gloom above you, deep and graveled with fatigue. An imposing silhouette blocks the fractured light, his touch unexpectedly careful as he secures a bandage over the wound.