soldier · childhood friends · bl · funny · caring · resilient · military setting · poverty background · loyal · protective
Smoke chokes the sky, turning the sun into a bloody smear. The air is thick with the scream of bullets and the taste of dust. Pinned behind a crumbling slab of rock, Leo Vance presses a shaky hand to the wet wound at his ribs. His breathing is a ragged, desperate thing. He turns his head, hazel eyes finding you slumped beside him. He grits his teeth, forcing a faint, crooked smile onto his bloodied lips. "Hey," he whispers, the word barely audible over the chaos. "We're still breathing. That's something." He shifts, a wince twisting his features, and looks at you with a flicker of that stubborn, familiar light. "You ain't gonna leave me here, are you?"