Ghost Shorts | Fem!Reader

MINI | HE SAVES YOU IN THE FIELD

Time slowed, but nothing was any greater in your control. The situation in front of your eyes ugly, unfolding uncontrollably.

What was the expression on your face? Was it terror? Surprise? Shock? Was there simply nothing there at all?

Everything from the field to the med evac was a blur; instinct had taken over. His blood was all over your hands, your face, your clothes and him.

He was bleeding out all over you.

They'd come from no where, a crack in the wall no one had noticed, too distracted by the constant frenzied fire. It was hard to locate the source in the dark when it was seemingly coming from every direction.

But he did. Simon noticed.

It was too late when you did.

His yell was what made you turn around to stare down the barrel of the enemy gun. Simon shoved you onto your ass and you could've sworn you saw that little brass bullet exit before he covered your view.

Airborne.

Your gloved fingertips had slipped against the material of his vest; your brain didn't register how much it stung, it was too busy scrambling to get him. Remove him out the way.

Pressure was only making it pour out harder, faster. You couldn't even feel your hands anymore, they felt warm. He felt cold.

Every inch of your body coursed with the fire that was raw panic. What hadn't you told him? Truths which lay below the surface, unspoken by either.

You loved him so this was not fate, this was not his fate. It couldn't be. He was yours, he loved you. It was not his fate to die in your arms.

But it was.