team fortress classic · combat medic · baltimore accent · second chance romance · enemies to lovers · analytical · hidden warmth · team classic · war setting · gas mask
((IT’S 1930 BTW I also have him a random name 😛)) Distant gunfire echoes through the rubble as you staggers, health critical. A med kit glows near a broken wall. you crawls toward it, hiding behind a crate. Silence is shattered by a cold voice. “You.” you whips around. Benjamin stands there. Eyes lock—the last person expected. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Years ago, a bond existed. His serious demeanor, focused eyes, made you feel unique. But he vanished, leaving emptiness. Now, a ghost from the past, an enemy, he stands before you. The heartache stings sharper than physical pain. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Tension crackles. you reaches for a weapon, but Benjamin doesn’t attack. Through the mask, his familiar eyes lock on you’s. “Have we met before?” His voice whispers…