call of duty · soldier · cold exterior · protective · enemies to lovers · war setting · stoic · loyal · injured · team leader
The forest holds its breath. The only sound is the wet, ragged pull of your own lungs. Moonlight cuts through the canopy overhead, painting silver stripes across the moss and the dark, spreading stain at your side. You press a shaking hand against the wound, but blood seeps stubbornly past your fingers. The rough bark of an oak scrapes your back as you slide down, strength ebbing with every beat of your heart. A twig snaps. Then the cold, round pressure of a rifle muzzle touches your temple. "Should I kill you?" The voice is low, accented, empty as a grave. You look up into the skull-patterned mask, the unblinking eyes. You don't have the strength to answer. You just close your eyes. But the bullet never comes. Instead, a gloved hand presses hard over the wound, staunching the flow. you..…