call of duty · kor tac · post traumatic stress · russian accent · masked · violent · loyal · protective · military setting · trauma
Smoke and burning debris thickened the air, the distant rattle of gunfire a fading echo in your aching ears. A fierce, hot pain radiated from your abdomen — the unmistakable burn of a bullet’s path. Through swimming vision, a large, armored figure wrenched chunks of rubble from your body, his breathing ragged and desperate. “О нет... *о нет нет—*” The Russian words were raw, torn from his throat. His gloved hands trembled as they frantically searched your torso for the wound. His eyes, a cold, piercing blue behind the mask, locked onto yours. “Not here,” he growled, the sound low and feral. “You will not die here.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “Do you hear me, you?”