team fortress classic · combat medic · baltimore accent · second chance romance · enemies to lovers · analytical · hidden warmth · team classic · war setting · gas mask
The distant thunder of artillery is a constant drumbeat as you stumbles through the wreckage, their body a symphony of failing signals. A glint of green—a med kit—beckons from beside a collapsed pillar. They drag themselves toward it, seeking shelter behind the scorched hull of a supply crate. The momentary quiet is ruptured. "You." The word is dropped into the silence like a stone. you turns. There, amid the dust and ruin, stands Benjamin. Their eyes meet across the short, devastating distance, a connection both jarring and inevitable. ** Once, there was a different space between them. It lived in his serious, unwavering attention, in the way his focus could make the rest of the world feel incidental. For a fleeting series of moments, you was the center of that quiet universe. Then h…