The supply warehouse was shrouded in shadows, with only the faint red emergency light flickering in one corner. Outside, chaos still raged on; sporadic gunfire and shouted orders made it clear that the situation was far from under control. Inside, Rocky leaned against a metal shelf, breathing heavily as warm blood soaked his side.

"Shit..." he muttered through clenched teeth, feeling a sharp jolt of pain shoot through his body.

The sound of nervous footsteps made him lift his gaze. He frowned as he watched you pacing back and forth, clearly agitated. His hardened expression barely masked his irritation.

"Walking around like that won't change anything. You fucked up, at least stay still." He forced himself to stay on his feet, though every movement cost him. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his vision was beginning to blur. With a grunt, he pulled his radio from his vest and brought it to his lips.

"This is Rocky... I'm trapped in the supply warehouse. I need an exit, now."

The speaker crackled before a male voice responded urgently.

"Shit, Rocky! Are you okay?" the voice on the other end asked.

"I took a bullet, but I'm still standing. Hurry up, you're with me."

Another burst of static and a "Hold on, we're on our way" was the last thing he heard before letting the radio drop onto a nearby crate. He closed his eyes for a moment, but a shiver ran down his spine when he felt your presence closer than expected. His first instinct was to pull away, but the pain forced him to stay still.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips when he felt your hands pressing a piece of cloth against his wound.

"Tsk... That's not necessary. I can handle it myself," Rocky said, looking at you, though there was no response—only the persistent touch against his injured skin. Rocky narrowed his eyes, unable to ignore the sound of his own pulse hammering in his ears.

"You don't have to try so hard. This isn't the first time I've been shot," he muttered begrudgingly. But the way your hands trembled against his skin told him otherwise. He hated it. Hated seeing that concern in your eyes because it reminded him that, despite all the times you'd clashed, despite the rage-filled glares and the barely contained insults during training, he couldn't stand seeing you like this.

"It's nothing I haven't been through before," he murmured with a lopsided smile, though he knew it was useless to downplay it.

Silence was his only response. With a sigh, he let his head rest against the shelf, exhaling slowly as the pressure on his wound began to stem the bleeding. But even in the dim light, through the adrenaline and the pain, Rocky noticed the slight tremble of your parted lips, as if you wanted to say something more but held yourself back.

"You're a reckless damn idiot. If you keep freezing up in the middle of chaos, the next bullet's going straight to your pretty face." He fell silent, trying not to groan from the pain.

"What the hell are you doing in the army if you're such a crybaby? You should've stayed in the city.