Your writing is so good but the Spetznaz KIA ones have me in so much pain ;w; Can I request another set but with close calls instead?
thank you so much! i was honestly debating making it all a close call but i needed the a n g s t in my life so i couldn’t resist! i hope this satisfies you!!
spetsnaz preference >> close calls
requested: yes! thank you for being the first request!
warnings: cursing, mild gore
summary: how do the members of spetsnaz react to your near-death experience?
his initial first date idea was to go hunting with him
you’d been around too many gadgets and people, he’d say. you two needed some time alone not just discussing trapped entryways and peeking corners
“maxim!” you called. “i’ve got tracks, it looks big!”
he was proud of you, for learning under his guidance, he trusted you with his life and vice versa
the winter air whipped at his face, yet he never faltered
he knew the land, the struggles, the weather. he knew to act slow.
you knew better than to assume things from being in the field of work you were in
but you happened to assume a flurry of thunderous steps were maxim’s
you turned around, gun holstered and ready to lead the russian
a frothing, wild pack of wolves presented themselves, poised and ready to strike
the alpha lurched forward, snapping its grand jaws to your face
you shielded your neck as it took hold of your arm instead
biting to the bone, you screamed
another wolf snagged your leg, attempting to drag you to their hideout
the pain remaining but the pressure gone, you opened one eye
maxim was panting, staring at you with a grand concern
helicopters wouldn’t be able to land here, he thought. she’ll bleed out waiting.
he apologized profusely and swooped you around his shoulders, carrying you as a soldier would to your open-aired base camp
he packed just enough material to apply pressure and prevent immediate infection
you found immediate treatment and spent the next days in a hospital bed, maxim not once leaving your side
he’d joke about how cool he was during the ordeal
“you’re lucky i found you when i did, i don’t know how you got caught like that.”
“maxim, you looked like you passed away that moment you found me.”
he won’t admit it, but he has dreams of you dying from that event and wakes up in cold sweats
you ever have one of those moments where your dad yells at you for having the flashlight positioned wrong while he fixes a car?
“the flathead, please. no, that’s the torx.”
he was determined to upgrade his cluster charges
“if i pinpoint the solution, these things will stick to any detection of life.”
you’d pester him with questions, inquiring about each part and function
“if you could please let me focus, y/n. you’re being no use to me right now.”
your pettiness caused you to retrieve the wrong tool again, setting off fuze’s frustration
he slammed his tools down, giving you a look
“if you’d just lis—“ he slammed the table with his fist
he hadn’t meant to threaten you
but there was no time to apologize
his fragile creation bursted to life, setting off a barrage of explosive chips
he was close enough for the launch to not affect him
but you bailed out of fear
and you ended up right in the line of fire
in miliseconds, you were on the ground, your right leg bent in ways neither of you have seen
you foot was pretty much absent
luckily for you, this mishap occurred on site
fuze immediately called for medical attention, sending everyone in a flurry
you were wheeled off to the medical offices
your leg was beyond saving
shuhrat refuses to forgive himself for nearly killing you
as he’s setting off his new charges during work, he can’t help but flash to the sight of you bleeding on his own workshop floor
twitch creates a multifunction prosthetic exclusively for you
shuhrat helps you through every physical therapy session
no amount of assistance could ever make him forgive himself, though.
you can’t tell me his lmg isn’t a serious hazard to everyone around him
imagine the number of crossfire casualties if missions were treated the way they are in a casual match
you were a newer recruit, scoping out an already familiar objective point
you peeked a corner after pinging an attacker
unfortunately, so did alex
his few bullets penetrated your flesh, sending you to the ground
if you weren’t about to bleed out he’d probably make a joke about cockblocking or the like.
“hey, hey, look at me,” he’d say, dragging you by the waist to an unbreachable corner. “i’ve got you.”
he helped you up, and you immediately fell back down
so much for your first day going well
doc did what he could, applying bandaging and providing a long-lasting adrenaline boost
you refused to look the old man in the eye after that point
“what kind of loud, obnoxious russian shoots his coworker on her first day?”
just as you’re ranting to doc as he redressed your shoulder, a knock on his office door takes your attention
alex is standing there, stiff and uncomfortable, much to doctor kateb’s surprise
“is there something you need, senaviev?”
he’d uncomfortably gesture to you
doc nodded and left you two alone for a moment once securing the wound
“so much for a first impression, no?” he laughed awkwardly. you returned with a frustrated glare
“i must have been caught off guard by your beauty. i hope you can forgive me.”
“you say this to every woman?” you asked, unamused.
you two spend the next few days joking and bonding in your room
he tells stories and jokes to distract you from the pain
which causes you pain from laughing too hard
maybe he’s not so careless after all?
his signature weapon has some severe kick only a professional can handle
well, maybe not a professional
timur is the only one to really know the behavior of his sniper
so when he offers for you to try it in your spare time, he’s hesitant despite being the one to initiate the idea
he noticed how marveled you were at his patience and steadiness, you almost doubted it was his actual skill and just the gun instead
the two of you were in a shooting range with target about 90m away
“aim high, the bullet drops no matter what distance,” he’d explain, reaching around you and under your arm to tilt his gun up with a finger.
you rolled your shoulders and closed one eye
he wasn’t kidding when he said the recoil will knock anyone on their ass
because you were on your ass
you managed to launch yourself so far back, the back of your head cracked against a shelf
if timur didn’t step slightly to the side, you’d have a clean head
but he initially wanted to watch you misfire and jump back from the kick
but he couldn’t have predicted for it to send you that far
he helped you up and you were set on a chair, head leaning back
glaz didn’t know which spot to handle first, the severe nose pain or heavily bleeding skull
his hands moved frantically to check for additional issues
“keep your head forward,” he mumbled, knowing the impact gave you delicate senses
you followed his suggestion, watching the blood soak onto your lap
he produced a rag from his pocket, holding the back of your head with one hand and your nose with his other
you looked up at him, still facing downward, and smiled, blood staining your teeth
once the bleeding scabbed over slightly, you were relocated to the medical wing
you had a severe concussion and needed an entire bag of blood
boy, does timur feel like a dumbass
his personal game could’ve taken your life
whenever you look in the mirror, you smiled at your crooked nose
he doesn’t want to talk about it
