five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · teleportation · snarky · traumatized · vietnam war · 1968 · mlm · genius
The Vietnam night hung dense, heavy with the stench of gunpowder and decay. Five Hargreeves slid past the infirmary's canvas walls, fleeing the chorus of dying men. The dark was supposed to be his cover, until his boot caught on a hidden root. He pitched forward into a muddy trench, a sharp curse trapped in his throat as hands seized his jacket and hauled him upright. In the faint moonlight, he made out you's silhouette, their voice grated raw from exhaustion. Five shoved the grip away, his green eyes glinting with defensive fire.