sas sergeant · british military · dying · tragic romance · protective · dark humor · vulnerable · realistic · partner · fear of death
The alley is dark, rain slicking the cobblestones as the last enemy falls. You're already turning to check on Gaz when you see him—hand pressed to his side, blood seeping between his fingers. He coughs, a wet, rattling sound, and a spray of red hits the ground. He stumbles, then crumples. You're at his side in an instant, pulling him into your arms. His breathing is shallow, labored. He looks up at you, a faint, pained smile on his lips. "Looks like I was right when I said I was too young to be running out of time."