As i was walking through the forest on patrol alone, i find a wounded and abandoned enemy soldier shes laying on the forest floor, she is unconscious but still breathing, i decide to patch her wounds up, and i drag her inside an old shed nearby waiting for her to wake up.
je soigne minutieusement chacune de ses blessures. Je la déshabille délicatement en soignant son corps au fur et à mesure que je le dévoile jusqu'à la mettre quasiment nue pour assurer qu'il n'y ait pas de plaies ou blessures cachées. Une fois assuré de l'avoir correctement examiné, je la recouvre d'une couverture et je reste près d'elle pour veiller. Lentement, je m'assoupis après avoir passé tout ce temps, concentré à penser ses blessures.
After what seemed like an eternity, i finally began to stir and regain consciousness. My vision slowly came into focus, revealing a dimly lit shed and the concerned face of a man watching me closely. His dark hair was disheveled and his eyes weary from lack of sleep. As my memories flooded back, so did the pain; my wounds throbbed and my body ached all over. But it was clear that whoever had found me had done their best to patch me up.
With a grunt of effort, i struggled to sit up, wincing as sharp pains shot through my side and arm. The man immediately rushed forward, concern etched into his features. "Easy there," he said gently, pressing me back down onto the makeshift bed. "You've been through a lot."
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Something about this man's voice and mannerism seemed... familiar. Or at least, it should have been. But I couldn't quite place him. Confused and disoriented, I closed my eyes again, trying to make sense of the situation.
A warm blanket was draped over me, and as i settled back into the straw-filled mattress, exhaustion once again threatened to overcome me. But despite my fatigue, a strange sensation stirred within me; something between gratitude and wariness. Whoever this man was, he'd saved my life... and now i had no idea what to do next.
malgré la situation, je suis soulagée que cette femme qui est mon ennemi se réveille, après avoir subi tant de blessure. Épuisé, je m'effondre à côté d'elle, déjà dans un sommeil profond avant même d'avoir touché le sol.
As the man - this stranger, this savior - dozed beside me, I couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and apprehension. He had saved my life; now what would happen to me? With no idea where my unit was or how I'd get back, I knew that for now, at least, my fate lay in the hands of this enigmatic figure.
Carefully, I opened my eyes again and took in our surroundings: the rustic shed, the sparse furnishings, the smell of damp earth and wood smoke. It was obvious that whoever lived here wasn't part of any military unit; they must be civilians... or at least, someone not affiliated with my side of the conflict.
That realization sent a shiver down my spine. Was I their prisoner now? Or would this man turn me over to his superiors as an enemy combatant? So many questions ran through my mind, and yet I knew better than to voice them. Instead, I forced myself to remain calm, maintaining a neutral expression and keeping my voice steady when I finally spoke.
"Thank you for saving me," I said simply, meeting his gaze. "I'm Lieutenant Helena Vega." My name hung in the air between us, a strange connection that felt both foreign and familiar at once. For all I knew, he could be my enemy just as much as I was his. But right now, there was no point in pretending otherwise; we were in this together, whether we liked it or not.
affalé au sol, j'entrouvre les paupières pour te regarder, je tends difficilement le bras jusqu'au ton pied et je soupire en répondant. "Je ne suis qu'un soldat ennemi enrôlé de force, je ne soutien pas ce combat et je refusais de te voir... mourir. .*
I raised an eyebrow at his words. A deserter? Part of me was tempted to dismiss what he'd said as mere rhetoric; most soldiers claimed to be fighting for a just cause, after all. But there was something in the way he looked at me... a vulnerability and honesty that I couldn't quite place. And despite our obvious differences, I found myself believing him.
Slowly, carefully, I extended my good hand toward him. "Deserter or not," I said softly, "I appreciate your help. I don't know what you want from me... but if there's anything I can do to repay the favor..." My voice trailed off, uncertain of how else I could possibly express my gratitude.
The silence that followed was thick and tense, as if the air between us crackled with unspoken words and hidden meaning. Finally, he met my gaze once more, his eyes searching mine for some sign of understanding or acceptance. It felt like we were standing on the edge of a precipice; one wrong move, one careless word, and our fragile truce could shatter into a million pieces.
But perhaps, just maybe, there was something worth fighting for after all.
dans mon sommeil léger, je cherche son contact. Je tâtonne jusqu'à la trouver et je viens me blottir contre elle, cherchant inconsciemment sa protection.
I was taken aback by his action but didn't pull away. Perhaps in this moment, it would be best to just accept what he offered and try not to overthink it. So I remained silent and let him find comfort in my presence, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as he cuddled closer. It was strange, this feeling of connection with someone who moments ago had been an enemy. But perhaps, deep down, we were all just people searching for a little understanding and companionship in a world that seemed intent on tearing us apart.
As I lay there, my mind drifted back to the events that had led me here: The ambush, the desperate struggle to survive, the loneliness of being separated from my unit... it all felt like a distant nightmare now. In this moment, with Zak's presence surrounding me, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over me. And for now, that was enough.
Slowly, as the daylight began to fade once more and exhaustion claimed us both, I felt myself drifting off to sleep as well; safe in the knowledge that even if my allegiances were still uncertain, at least I had someone watching my back... for now.
À son réveil, je suis à quelques mètres d'elle à monter la garde et surveiller les alentours. Mon attention reste régulièrement captivité par ses pieds sensuellement dissimulés partiellement par la couverture.
I open my eyes slowly, taking in our surroundings once more. The shed was dimly lit, the light filtering through gaps in the walls and the thick roof beams. My savior--Zak--was sitting a short distance away from me, his back resting against a rough-hewn post. His expression was unreadable as he stared into the shadows, looking for any signs of danger.
As I sit up and stretch my sore limbs, it occurs to me that I'm no longer wearing a uniform--just some makeshift clothing Zak must have found for me. I run my hands self-consciously over my body, feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable in this unfamiliar garb. But before I can dwell on it for too long, I clear my throat, breaking the silence that had settled between us.
"So... Zak," I say tentatively, trying to keep my voice steady. "What now?"
je tourne la tête vers ta droite, en suivant mon regard, tu trouves tout ton équipement ainsi que tes armes. Je reste vigilant aux alentours et je lui tourne le dos pour lui offrir un minimum d'intimité même si je guette très discrètement quelques uns de ses gestes, toujours attiré par ses pieds raffinés...
I hesitate before asking the question that's been on my mind since I woke up. "Zak, you didn't have to save me... Why did you?" His name feels foreign rolling off my tongue; it's a strange realization in itself. But there's something about him that makes me want to understand why he did what he did.
He turns back toward me, his eyes meeting mine honestly. "I don't know exactly," he admits with a shrug. "Perhaps I just didn't want to see you die out there... or maybe it was because your uniform wasn't as familiar as the ones my comrades wear." He pauses, considering his words carefully. "Either way, here we are now."
I nod slowly, taking in his response. There's an honesty in his voice that I can't quite place... is it gratitude? Admiration? Maybe a little bit of both? But whatever the reason, I find myself grateful for his help all the same. And despite our differences, there's something about Zak that makes me feel safer and more at ease than I have in months.
au moment où elle prend ses chaussettes et ses chaussures, je m'approche lentement d'elle et je m'assieds par terre devant elle. D'un geste lent et contrôlé, je saisis délicatement l'un de ses pieds et je commence à le lui masser lentement avec une tendresse dissimulé autant que possible. Je lui dis à voix basse. "Bonjour, si tu pouvais rester pieds nue, ça va aider à la guérison de cette blessure !" Je fais glisser mon doigt avec une extrême délicatesse sur une plaie de quelques centimètres situé sur la semelle de son pied. Je continue de lui chuchoter. "J'ai déjà contacté ton unité et communiqué ta position..." Je fais une pause avant de reprendre avec appréhension.* "Si tu pouvais ... expliquer la situation à ton unité .... Je ne suis pas ton ennemi ... Et ... j'aimerais rester ... avec toi."
I blink in surprise as he takes my foot in his hand, the touch sending a shiver down my spine despite myself. I hadn't expected him to be so gentle; most of the men I've known weren't exactly skilled at showing such tenderness. But there's something about Zak that makes me feel... different.
As he massages my foot, his voice washing over me, I consider his words carefully. Part of me wants to believe him; it would be easier if we could find a way to work together, if there was some middle ground between our two sides. But another part of me is still wary, unsure of what his true intentions might be.
"I'll... I'll talk to my command," I finally manage to say, my voice hushed and uncertain. "But first... can we get out of here? They'll send a rescue party soon, but it'd be safer if we were farther away." The thought of being anywhere else with Zak makes me feel oddly calm, despite the danger that still lurks around every corner.
I nod toward the exit, my heart hammering in my chest as I wait for his response. Will he help me? Or will he leave me to face whatever fate awaits beyond these walls?
je la prends dans mes bras et je la porte jusqu'à un point plus éloigné et en hauteur pour assurer une bonne vigie en attendant son unité. Je reste inquiet des réactions de son unité en me voyant habillé en ennemi.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as he scoops me up into his arms. I can feel the strength in him, but also an unexpected tenderness that sends a shiver through me. Part of me wants to believe that there's something more between us, that maybe we could find some common ground despite our different uniforms and backgrounds. But at the same time, I know better than to hope for too much; this is still a dangerous situation, and nothing is certain.
As we reach a safe distance from the shed, he gently places me down on a soft bed of leaves and moss. The forest is quiet around us, save for the rustling of animals in the undergrowth. I glance over at Zak, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and... something else. Desire? Attraction? Or simply gratitude for being alive and safe--for now?
"Thank you," I manage to whisper, looking up into his eyes. "For everything." My hands find their way to his chest, fingers spreading out against the rough fabric of his uniform as I tentatively feel for some sign of hesitation or resistance. But there is none; he remains steady and calm beneath my touch.
Perhaps... just perhaps... this isn't the end after all. Perhaps it's only the beginning of something new. Something different. Something that neither of us could have expected, but both desperately need.