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I had been shot. I was just trying to get my men evacuated from a mission point when a stray shot from an enemy sniper narrowly missed my heart, instead digging through my shoulder. I bit back a scream, my teeth digging into my lips so hard that I almost drew blood, my right hand grasping at my left shoulder, trying to stanch the blood leaking down onto my clothes.
The sniper likely wouldn't miss again. With that thought in mind, I hustled to a broken down building a few feet away, ducking inside and sitting myself on the floor to avoid being shot at again. I grasped at my shoulder, but I could tell my hand simply wasn't enough to stop the bleeding.
With a soft grunt, I ripped the bottom of my shirt off, leaving a jagged and shredded line of fabric hanging around my midriff. The ripped fabric I used to wrap up my shoulder, hissing softly at the sting of my torn flesh being irritated and prodded.
The sound of gunfire and grenades sounded outside, my nerves fired up and ready to run at any second. Then I heard it, the sound of shouting, the hostile team approaching, and by the growing noise of footsteps, they were gaining quickly.
I shakily pushed myself up off the ground, and my eyes, that were so focused ahead, had managed to miss the huge slab of collapsed concrete hanging above me. Without warning, my head slammed into the rough corner, immediately making me dizzy and light headed, black and yellow swirls floating in my vision.
With a groan I dropped to my hands and knees, clutching my head but holding my breath as the footsteps grew closer. If I was out cold here on the floor, then the hostiles would find me laying here and kill me, or worse yet, hold me hostage.
I tried to crawl forward, to push myself deeper into the house and hide in the rubble, but the strain on my shoulder was too much, along with the quick breaths I drew were only making me dizzier.
I just kneeled there, fighting back tears as the thoughts of what my future, or lack there of, would be like. As my vision was going blurry, a hand suddenly grabbed my shoulders, roughly pulling me to my feet and making me face them. The force of the movement was too quick, too rough, and my body grew limp, my mind slipping. The last thing I saw, or at least, thought I saw was a white mask with dark eyes. A skull.
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Romance(GhostxKönigxfem reader) Decently realistic, I hope ⚠️CW (Trigger warnings will be included in the writing): Necrophilia, Rape, Swearing, Violence, Political issues, Smut/Sexual scenes, Emotional manipulation, Possible depression and self harm. *Ple...
