Hamilson and Washingdad one-shots

Hold Your Fire Pt. 2

(Trigger Warning: In the following themes of part one, this is pretty dark with blood, guns, death, and a ton of gore. It's definitely much darker than part one, so if your sensitive to these topics please skip. I'm very bad at combat scenes but nevertheless I tried, and in doing so this one-shot became much darker. But war is dark so I decided to keep it in.)

(P.S. "Blood On The Risers" is a song featured in the One-Shot. It's a American war song about a Airborne soldier, or someone who parachute into combat, who ended up dying. I included it as a sign of respect and isn't meant to mock the US Army. In fact, I quite admire the US Army Airborne and their job and wanted to include their song to show others. I encourage you to listen to the song when it gets to that part so you get a better understanding of its roots and the lyrics.)

"We have no idea where we are." Burr hissed. "Thanks to someone bombing the whole freaking city-"

"We couldn't stop our enemies from doing that." Washington reminded him.

"They will pay when I bring my knife-"

"Mr. Washington sir?"

Burr stopped his graphic vent to face the small boy. He sneered, "Oh look, the child."

Washington pointedly ignored Burr, "Yes Alexander?"

"John said you need to find a street. Well, I know this city! I can take you there!" He puffed out his chest with a smile.

Washington looked at Burr.

"You're gonna listen to a child?"

"Yep."

"What if he leads us into a trap?"

"Oh well."

"You can't trust him!"

Washington yelled out to his troopers, "Does anyone mind if Alexander leads us to our checkpoint?"

And so, Burr's vote was cast aside, with Peggy pointing out how he was getting jealous over Washington's attention. Burr wasn't happy. But Burr also couldn't hate a child.

He was a very conflicted man.

The groups surrounded Alexander in formation. Their guns were drawn, a scary site if he didn't kinda know these people.

Jefferson and Mulligan were mumbling under hushed breaths. Hercules and Laf were making bets. Their scout, a woman named Bullet, affirming directions and making sure no enemies were in their way.

Alexander had stuck close to the medic, John, to which the man didn't seem to mind. Alexander liked John, he was a steady man, like an unmoving rock in a sweeping river. John walked at an easy pace, humming low under his breath.

"What are you singing?"

John looked down at Alexander with a smile. "Blood On The Risers."

"I've never heard of it."

John laughed, "It's a war song about the US Airborne, I wouldn't expect you to know it." His freckled hand ruffled Alexander's black hair.

"Can you sing it for me?" Alexander asked, eyes sparkling as he looked up.

"Sure, kid." He took a deep breath and began. "He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright. He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight. He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar." John sang. His voice in the quiet of the rubbled city led others to spare quick glances at him. "You ain't gonna jump no more. Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die. Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die. Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die. He ain't gonna jump no more." His voice trailed, softening.