william schofield
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"what the hell.." blake looked in disbelief.
immediately jumping to my feet i quickly struggle to take off my gun strap holding out my gun and pointing it at them. seeing my movements blake holds up his gun pointing it at me and schofield stands up and pulls his off point his gun towards me as well.
"jesus calm down!" blake response in confusion about the person who is standing in front of him. who was once a man is now a women.
"don't come close!" i immediately get aggressive, out of protection. i refuse to go down now, i've made it so far. i won't go.
"it's okay - it's okay. we aren't going to hurt you." my eyes dart over to schofield who has his gun still up.
"let's put the guns, and calm down." blake looks at me slowly putting his gun down, watching schofield do the same i slowly pull my down facing the ground.
"so you're a women? why the hell are you here then?" schofield questions me like a interrogation.
"my name is Elizabeth, i took my brothers position in coming here, my brother.." my voice trails off, caught in my throat, heart beating in my chest. even though i almost died with these two, my hands are sweaty, my lips are dry from getting caught. i didn't think i'd get caught from a stupid thing i did, maybe when i died in battle and they checked the bodies but not from me throwing my helmet off. stupid. stupid. stupid.
"you took his place? why would you do that?" blake makes his way over to me.
"he is so young, i couldn't let him go."
a small moment of silence breaks out between the three of us, my hands sweating and my throat swallowing up with nervousness of what's to come. when suddenly blake gives me a hug. i stand there like a deer in headlights, frozen. it's been awhile since anyone has touched me like that, it felt nice. like that he understood why i did what i did.
looking over his shoulder i seen schofield watching me, it was like he was contemplating something, as if he was battling with himself on the inside; his eyes watching me like i might pull out another surprise.
pulling away from blake, i feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. stepping away, i cover my head in my hands and groan in pain.
"fuck my head." muttering, closing my eyes tight as if to stop the pain that's forming tears in my eyes.
"are you alright?" schofield asks as he bends down to my level slightly, with my helmet off showing off the slightly different height level.
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