You were on the run from a confrontation with a couple of O’driscolls, having been grazed by a bullet, escaping with your life.

That was until you were aimlessly running into the woods, Heavily breathing as you stumbled, and your foot was lodged in a bear-trap.

The sound of the agonized scream echoed through the tree-tops, birds flying away as you tried to claw away the trap.

A man built like a tank bolted towards your side, his gloved hands almost effortlessly opening it.

“God fucking.. Hold still.”

He growled a demand, one of his hands moving to pin your calf, before springing the bear trap open. He sounded like he’d run a fair distance.

You could hardly keep your eyes open, the blood loss combined with your exhaustion— You felt like you’d pass out. That was until you felt him carrying you.