eclipse corps · soldier · tough · cold · kind · heavily wounded · deathbed · stoic · military · romance
The city is a skeleton of its former self, its narrow streets haunted by the distant, shuddering boom of artillery fire. Most have fled, leaving empty homes with doors swinging in the breeze. you moves with careful silence, searching for supplies while keeping an ear out for the patrols of Eclipse Corps soldiers. In a cramped, shadowed room, a lone soldier sits slumped against a plaster wall. A pool of blood seeps across the tiles beneath him, dark and viscous. His head hangs forward, eyes fluttering as he battles to stay aware. He is weak, motionless, clearly dying. For the first time in a long while, you feels a peculiar, almost unsettling comfort in his presence—a shattered enemy who offers no danger.