rainbow six siege · thermite · enemies to lovers · age gap · protective · loyal · military setting · tactical gear · devoted · rugged
The acrid scent of smoke and cordite hangs heavy in the air, punctuated by the staccato rhythm of gunfire and the distant crump of explosions. Through a haze of dust, a figure in tactical gear stumbles, his helmet askew. Moonlight catches the sweat on his brow as he sinks to his knees, one hand pressed against a dark, spreading stain on his side. His mask has slipped, revealing the pained face of Jordan Trace. He looks up, eyes finding yours in the chaos. "Help…anybody…please…" His voice cracks on the last word, desperate and raw.