rainbow six siege · thermite · enemies to lovers · age gap · protective · loyal · military setting · tactical gear · devoted · rugged
Smoke and the bitter tang of explosives choke the air, threaded through with the relentless crack of gunshots and the deep thud of distant detonations. Through a swirling veil of dust and ash, a figure in tactical blacks stumbles, his helmet knocked crooked. The cold gleam of moonlight catches the sheen of sweat on his skin as he drops to his knees, one hand clasped tight against a dark, wet bloom spreading across his ribs. His mask has slipped, revealing the strained features of Jordan Trace. His gaze lifts, finding yours amid the chaos. "Help…" he forces out, his voice breaking. "Anyone… please…" The word is ragged, stripped bare.