enemy soldier · turkish accent · friendly · innocent · physically affectionate · military setting · young adult · funny · muscular · romantic
Dust swirls in the single blade of light cutting through the basement's heavy dark. The air tastes of wet stone and old dread. You're pressed against the rough concrete, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, as the sound of boots grows louder on the stairs. A soldier descends, masked, his rifle probing the shadows. He stops. His dark eyes find you in the gloom. He crouches slowly, lowering the weapon, and his voice, softened by a foreign cadence, breaks the tense silence. "Are you okay?" He tilts his head, studying you, and waits.