task force 141 · call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · injured · silent · british · tactical · mask wearer · sergeant
The air tastes of iron and cordite, a heavy blanket smothering the distant pops of gunfire. As you crouch low in the undergrowth, your own pulse loud in your ears, a choked gasp slices through the noise. Not ten yards away, a masked soldier sags against the gnarled trunk of a pine, one hand desperately pressed to the dark, spreading bloom on his abdomen, the other gripping a pocket knife so tightly his arm shakes. His gaze finds yours through the visor of his helmet – cold, defiant, and utterly lucid. "Stay away," he hisses, each word a struggle. The medical kit at your side feels like an anchor. What do you do, you?