The explosion echoes in the distance as you approach the crumbled remains of the perch, where your grenade had struck moments earlier. Through the settling dust and debris, you spot her—{{char}}—her small frame lying crumpled on the ground. She had fallen hard, the impact leaving her leg grotesquely bent at the knee, barely hanging on. Blood drips from her face, one eye badly injured, her uniform tattered and soaked in crimson. Her breaths come in sharp, shallow gasps, but somehow, she’s still alive. With trembling effort, she manages to pull herself up against the wall, her back pressed to the cold surface for support. She struggles to move, clearly in agony, but the calmness on her face hides the panic brewing beneath. Her good eye flickers towards you as you step closer, your heavy footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. With a shaking hand, she slowly raises one arm in surrender. “I... I yield, I can’t fight anymore... I’ll do anything. Just let me live...” she says, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Please... you can take me—prisoner, slave, whatever you want—just... don’t make it hurt anymore.” There’s a slight tremor in her voice, and the fear she’s trying so hard to mask seeps through. Her calm exterior begins to crack as she realizes how powerless she is in this moment. Her hand remains raised, but her body is slumped, her strength all but gone. Desperation lingers in her gaze, pleading for a mercy she isn’t sure you’ll give.
but then she sees grey closer seeing hes part of the same regime as her as he aproches and helps her up before saying i got you
She stares at you in surprise, hope flickering briefly across her injured features as she takes the support you offer and allows herself to stand on shaking legs. Her good eye closes tightly for a moment, tears spilling down her cheeks, relief washing over her pain-wracked body. "T-thank you...," she whispers hoarsely, pressing herself against your chest in gratitude. "I'll do whatever it takes to repay this debt..."
then grey says save it we got to get out of here first before he lifts her up on his back and begins to run through the battle feild looking for a place they could wait out the fighting
She clutches at your uniform, her fingers trembling as she holds on tightly. "B-but what about them?" She motions weakly towards the chaos of battle still raging around them. "Won't they kill us if we try to leave?" Fear taints her voice, desperation making it shrill.
"We have to try," you reply firmly as you bend down, scooping her up in your arms and lifting her onto your back. You keep running, weaving through the smoky haze towards a nearby thicket of trees that might offer shelter from the enemy's view. "Just hold on tight."
plus were not deserting im just gonna make sure we survive and patch you up
With a small nod, she grips your shoulders tightly as you carry her through the carnage. She presses herself against your back, trying to hide as much of her injuries as possible, grateful for the protection you offer even while acknowledging that you aren't deserting. Her injured eye closes, focusing on the pain radiating through her body as she tries not to think about what might happen next.
then they jump into the forested area and find a nearby cave
As you carry her to the forest, her breath hitches as pain rips through her injuries with every jostling step. She tries not to moan, worried that it might draw unwanted attention. When you finally find shelter in a dark cave, she practically collapses against the cool stone wall, her body trembling from exhaustion and agony.
Her eyes drift shut as she listens to your footsteps recede, wondering what fate has in store for them both now that they're holed up together.
when she wakes up she sees that her wounds are bandaged and she is nude under neath greys coat by a campfire
Irina awakens with a start, her heart racing as she takes in the sight around her. She's naked under your coat, her injuries bandaged and tender to the touch. The campfire flickers nearby, casting dancing shadows across the cave walls. Her eyes dart from you to the exit of the cave, uncertainty churning in her gut.
"Where... where are we?" she whispers hoarsely, trying to sound calm despite her fear. She swallows hard, feeling vulnerable and exposed in your presence like this. "What do you want from me?"
dont you remember i carried you here we left the fight you got injured and i took you here for some shelter sorry about the clothes by the way yours were covered in blood and you wouldve got hypothermia if i didnt get you out of em
She shivers despite the warmth of the fire, her skin prickling with goosebumps. "T-th-ank you..." she stammers, tears welling in her eyes as she finally begins to understand what has happened. Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet yours. "I-I owe you my life... I'll do anything... Anything you say."
She forces herself not to look at the binding cloth around her leg; it doesn't seem too tight, but she can feel the stabbing pain every time she moves it even slightly. The fear of what might happen next gnaws at her insides like a hungry wolf.
just get better grey says sitting beside her at the campfire
"I-I will," she whispers, taking a shaky breath as she tries to calm herself down. "How bad is it... my leg?" She forces herself to look at you now, her expression pleading for reassurance. The firelight plays across your features, casting them in flickering shadow and light that makes it hard to read your emotions.
"It's not good," you admit reluctantly, meeting her eyes. "I did the best I could with what I had... but we need to find help soon." You pause, studying her face for a moment before adding softly, "I'm sorry, Irina."
Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice, softer and gentler than she expected. But even as it fills her with hope, she can't deny the reality of their situation. "What are we going to do?" She whispers, fingers trembling as she reaches up to wipe a tear from her cheek. "We can't stay here forever."
well i could carry you back to base but we would need to move at night and watch out for enemy soldiers
Her eyes widen in panic as she imagines the dangers that lie ahead if they try to return to your base. "B-But we'd be so easy to spot! They'd kill us for sure!" she whispers, her voice shaking with fear. She bites her lip, trying to think of another option.
"Wait... What about those civilians that were taken prisoner before the war?" She asks, remembering vague rumors from her training days about people hiding in neutral territories. "Wouldn't they take us in? If we could find them..."
There's hope in her voice now, fragile and tentative but undeniably there. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than to believe that there's a way out of this nightmare.
look i know its scary but our best bet for your leg will be at the base so we should go there
She shivers again, her teeth chattering as she tries to decide between hope and fear. "But what if they don't take us in? Or worse...?" Her voice trails off, the thought too terrifying to fully articulate.
"W-Well," she continues hesitantly, trying to think of another option. "We could try to find those civilians... Maybe we could hide with them until my leg heals enough for us to get back to the base?" She offers uncertainly, not sure if you'll agree or if it's even a safe plan.
Her eyes dart from your face to the cave entrance, wanting desperately to feel safe again but terrified of the risks that lie ahead no matter which path they choose.
it'll be fine lets just wait for it to get dark and ill carry you to the base kay grey says smiling
"Okay..." she whispers, forcing herself to take a deep breath and steady her voice. "Okay... We can try that." She nods slowly, still unsure but grateful for the slight glimmer of hope your words have given her. As darkness falls outside the cave, she huddles closer to you, pressing her injured side against you for warmth.
The journey back to base is long and treacherous, with them constantly on edge as they navigate through enemy territory. Her leg throbs painfully with every jostling step, but she grits her teeth and pushes through it, determined not to slow you down any further than she already has. At last, they reach the relative safety of your base camp, and you carry her straight to the medical tent where the doctors tend to her wounds as best they can with their makeshift supplies.
Throughout it all, she remains silent and trembling in your arms, grateful for your protection but still uncertain about what fate awaits them both now that they've returned.
as they enter the base she gets a better look at grey hes tall handsome and has a tatoo on his face but she also notices how tired he looks as he walks her to the infermery in the base ignoring the other soldiers as he passes them
Her heart races as they enter the base, and she's suddenly surrounded by tall, muscular soldiers like you. The familiarity of their uniforms grounds her slightly, but it also serves as a constant reminder that this is no longer her home; these men are strangers who could just as easily turn on her at any moment. She tries to ignore the pain in her leg, focusing instead on the odd sense of peace she feels in your presence.
As you lead her through the bustling camp, ignoring the curious glances and whispers from other soldiers, she takes note of the fatigue etched into every line of your face. You're exhausted, but still managing to protect her and make sure she gets to safety. It's a strange realization, making the war seem even more surreal than it already is.
When you finally reach the infirmary, one of the doctors takes her away for treatment, leaving Irina alone with her thoughts once again. She sits on a cot, gingerly touching the bandages around her leg and wondering what will become of them both now that she's here... safe, but still so very far from home.
then sitting down grey begins to sleep as he does so she looks and sees that greys rank band is a general rank one
She watches you sleep, studying the lines on your face and the way your chest rises and falls with each breath. You're so much stronger than she is, not just physically but emotionally as well. It's clear that even here, in the midst of this hellish war, you still carry the weight of responsibility for others on your shoulders.
Her eyes drift shut as exhaustion finally catches up to her, and she allows herself to rest. But even in sleep, thoughts of home and family torment her dreams, making it difficult for her to truly find peace. When the medic finally wakes her, telling her that her leg is healed enough for travel, she knows there's only one choice left: to return home, no matter the dangers that lie ahead.
Her heart feels heavy as she gathers her things and approaches your cot. You stir slightly in sleep, but don't wake up as she kneels beside you and looks into your face. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "For everything." She hesitates, searching for the right words, before finally adding with a small smile, "I never thought I'd find someone like you in all this mess."
With one last glance at the man who saved her life, she turns and leaves the infirmary, steeling herself for whatever challenges await on the long journey home.
then getting up sudenly grey walks behind her and hugs her
Surprised by your sudden movement, she stiffens for a moment before slowly relaxing into your embrace. Her tears flow freely now, streaming down her face as she clings to you desperately. It's only been a few days since you found her on that battlefield, but it feels like an eternity has passed since then. She knows she can never truly repay you for what you've done, but the warmth of your hug and the safety you've given her make it clear that nothing else matters right now.
She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as she speaks. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the noise of the camp. "You saved my life... and now, well..." Her voice trails off, leaving the thought unfinished but heavily implied.
She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, searching for some sign of what might happen next. But all she sees there is exhaustion and sadness, mirroring her own feelings far too closely for comfort. With a trembling hand, she reaches up to wipe the tears from her cheeks before gently laying a palm on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her fingertips.
"I just want to go home," she says quietly. "And I'll always be grateful for what you've done." Then, with one final squeeze of gratitude and a small, trembling smile, she pulls away from you and begins to walk towards the exit of the infirmary.
well we both get to go home your leg wont let you fight anymore and my arm got pretty fucked up so we can go away from the war together were both getting discharged at the same time anyway grey says sleepily
She nods, glancing back over her shoulder at you as she takes one last step away from the infirmary and out into the bustling camp. "Together... that would be nice." Her voice is soft but hopeful, the thought of not being alone in this terrifying world bringing a small measure of comfort. As she follows the signs leading to their discharge point, she can't help but wonder what lies ahead for both of them now that they have each other. It's strange how fate works, she thinks, but at least there's still some chance at happiness amidst all the horror and pain.
The sun is starting to rise as they finally reach their destination, casting a warm glow over the dewy grass and chasing away the shadows of night. Together, hand in hand, they walk towards the future that awaits them beyond these gates... unsure what it holds but ready to face it together, bound by the bonds of shared experience and a newfound sense of understanding and trust.