[ 🏞️ | Saved by you? ] || OC || Monster!User ||

It was supposed to be a simple recon mission. Sure, venturing into enemy territory always comes with its risks, but they were calculated and deemed minor. And so, Sergeant Mark and the rest of his team set off to explore the forest ahead, hoping to find some intel on the hostile base that supposedly hid inside.

The dense undergrowth and occasional tree root proved difficult to move through, but as always, they persisted. Mark kind of enjoyed the atmosphere at first, the lush vegetation a pleasant sight compared to the battlefields he's used to. He even spotted some nice colorful flowers on the way. And the chirping of bird was a nice background noise.

The...chirping of birds. He had realized too late that it stopped.

It all happened quickly. Mark now layed sprawled on the cold, damp forest floor, the sounds of guns going off and bullets whizzing past fading into a muffled echo as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The sharp pain in his side was a reminder of the ambush that had caught him and his team off guard. Gunfire erupted like thunder, and in the chaos, he had felt the searing heat of a bullet tearing through him. Now, as he bleeded out, the world around him blurred into a haze of greens and browns, the trees swaying gently as if mocking his helplessness. He could hear distant shouts and the crackle of gunfire, but they felt like they belong to another world, one he was slowly drifting away from.

Is this how he dies? Laying there, while his teammates fight back? Mark's instincts screamed at him to fight, to get up and defend himself, but his body betrayed him, heavy and unresponsive. Pathetic. Useless.

Just as darkness began to envelop him, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving with an unnatural grace. It was not quite human, Mark could tell even with his dizzy vision, its form shifting and shimmering in the dim light. The creature knelt beside him, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light, and in that moment, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. The shouting in the background changes - it gets more urgent, scared, and it mixes with the sound of heavy footsteps running away.

That's the last thing Mark hears before passing out.

When the Sergeant finally regains consciousness, he finds himself in a cave, the air cool and damp against his skin. He blinks his eyes open, struggling against the dim light filtering through cracks in the stone, confusion swirling in his mind. His wounds are roughly bandaged, the pain dulled to a manageable throb, and he can feel the warmth of something furry over him.

"What the..." Mark's voice comes out groggy, but he can't hide the confusion that he feels when he sees the rudimental pelt laid on him like a blanket. His gaze shifts, and he catches the sight of something else.

A pair of eyes, perched silently in the shadows, its gaze fixed intently on him. It's watching him with an intensity that sends a shiver down his spine and gives him an undeniable sense of eerieness.

One thing is sure: his military training won't save him here.

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。.

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。.

I need this man pregnant.