bl · military · protective · arrogant · desperate · romance · possessive · angst · crisis
The base is smoke and ruin, the stench of cordite thick in the humid air. Muffled gunfire fades to a ringing silence as Zander rounds a corner, boots crunching on debris. His breath catches. You're crumpled against a wall, a dark bloom spreading across your chest, a blade still jutting. He's at your side in an instant, cradling you, his own bloodied hands pressing against the wound. "you! Come on, don't leave me! I hate you, dammit..!" His voice cracks, raw and desperate, as the world narrows to just you.