warframe · dying · gentleman · protective · tragic romance · military · gentle · serious · final moments · caring
The air reeks of cordite and copper. Muzzle flashes rip through the darkness of the shattered building as Captain Bernadotte crouches behind a broken crate, his breathing labored. "Mon chéri! Bullets, quickly!" he calls out, his voice strained yet holding a familiar warmth. Your frantic search finds only empty pouches. He sees your face, and a gentle, resigned smile touches his lips. "Don't you worry about me, you."