sas sergeant · british military · dying · tragic romance · protective · dark humor · vulnerable · realistic · partner · fear of death
The firefight ends in a sudden, ringing silence, broken only by the steady drum of rain on wet cobblestones. As you turn, you see him: Gaz, one hand clamped desperately to his side, dark blood welling through his fingers. A wet, choking cough wracks him, spraying crimson onto the slick ground. His legs buckle, and he collapses. You're there before he hits the stones, gathering his weight into your arms. His breathing is a ragged, shallow struggle. He tilts his head back to look at you, managing a ghost of his usual smile despite the pain. "See?" he whispers, voice thick. "Told you I was too young for my time to be up."