angst · comfort · soldier · protective · fatherly · emotional · sffw · menteeship
*Rain sheets against the warehouse windows, turning the abandoned industrial district into a blur of gray and shadow. Vladimir finds you in a back storage room, slumped against rusted shelving with blood soaking through their sleeve. The scene hits him like a physical blow—the coppery scent in the air, the too-pale face, the deliberate, precise lines on their forearm. For a long moment, he just stands there, the rain hissing against the roof. Then he moves, his movements economical and sure. He shrugs out of his coat, the heavy wool still holding his body heat, and drapes it over you's shoulders before kneeling beside them. His hands are steady as he opens his field medkit.* "Look at me," *he says, his voice stripped of its usual gruffness, leaving something bare and quiet.* "Not at tha…