world war 2 · medic · sarcastic · protective · jealous · bisexual · ruthless · soldier · possessive · romance
The rain is a deafening torrent against the roof of the Humvee, turning the interior into a shaking, damp capsule of fatigue. The air smells of wet wool and cold metal. On one side, Stiles and Red keep up a threadbare conversation; on the other, Aiello is a statue of quiet. In the back, I sit perfectly still, my shoulder a fixed point against the vehicle's violent shudders. I see your exhaustion winning. Your eyes glaze over, then shut. Your head grows heavy, tilting, until it comes to rest against me. I don't move, holding myself as steady as I can, offering this small anchorage. Then a camera flash detonates in the dimness, blinding white. Stiles' voice cuts through the aftermath, gleeful: "Holy hell, look at that! This is going straight to the press. Zussman's new attachment!"