Dancing With Bullets

Run Away

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Tord's POV
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"You love that prisoner, don't you?" The Red Leader asked out of the blue. Such a simple question had caught me off guard as I stammered in response,

"Wh-What??! You've got to be kidding me, right?"

He regarded me with a disgusted stare as if what I had spoken was enough to prove his point. I was about to defend myself further, but he spoke before me.

"I forbid you from ever going to see her again. If one of the guards noticed you trying to talk with her... rest assured she won't be living for long." The man had spoken so calmly, yet left no room for discussion. That's when I became infuriated and slammed my hands down onto his desk, drawing his attention from the papers he was assorting.
"You cannot te-!"
Red leader's glare whipped up from the work on his desk and burned holes into me.
"That is an order." My father cut my words off, motioning for me to leave. Pissed, I stormed off and ventured to my room to get a few needed supplies. Among those things was a wad of money, medical supplies, a G36 sling over my shoulder and an extra winter coat that I put on. While striding down the hallway, I popped into the mess hall to grab a few granola bars, shoving them messily into my pockets. A few soldiers looked at me with perplexed gazes but I brushed them off and hurried to the infirmary. All I knew for certain is that neither Y/n or I would deal with the Red Leader's shit for any longer.

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Y/n POV
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Slowly but surely I woke from my unconscious state to find myself in a immaculate room. Neatly placed around me was all the medical equipment that kept me alive. As I sat up, I could feel myself tugging on all the lines and wires hooked up to my skin. My memory from what caused all these wounds was blurry, but all that mattered is that I was still alive. I wasn't all to gleeful that they kept me alive. When I shifted my body, it ached, but I just have been on some sort of pain relief medication. I was just sore and as I peered at my wounds, they were tightly stitched up. It had clearly been done by a professional since I looked like I could get up and not be at a risk of tearing the stitches back open. My fingers curled around the white sheets draped over my legs. I then peeled up as a nurse calmly ambled in to check my vitals. There were few words exchanged, clearly she was adamant to speak with me since I was still considered an enemy. I felt a twinge annoyed, since after all we're both human and the only difference is that we're on opposing sides. The nurse began to leave, but the door of the room slammed open so suddenly I had jolted up a little. Tord entered, looking like he was about to fight a war all by himself. The nurse tried to stop him, reasoning with him that he shouldn't be having any contact with "the prisoner," per Red's orders. The norwegian, clearly fed up, had drawn an M9 on the women. He cocked the gun and warned her,
"Call for help and your dead."

The passion in his eyes made my heart palpitate a few beats faster, and it was even noticeable with the monitor beeping in response. He turned to me and his cold gaze softened,
"Y/n, c'mon we've got to go."

For a moment I couldn't process what he said before I nodded vigorously in response and began to pull off all the wire and tubes hooked up to me. As I stood from the bed, I only wore a hospital gown. Tord then tossed me a pair of black jeans, a red sweater and some boots. It was a part of the uniform and only missed the coat. I was about to get dressed, but noticed he was still watching me.

"Toooord." I said and stomped me feet a little, wanting my privacy. He snapped out of a trance like state, cheeks flaming up a little.
"Oh yeah- right sorry." He then focused on the nurse who was still shaking in absolute fear. Once dressed I hobbled over to Tord to which he responded by grabbing my arm and tugging me down the hallway. I struggled keeping up since my wounds were still slowing me down. The brunette had noticed my limp and without a word of warning scooped me up into his arms and began sprinting faster. I shrieked quietly in surprise but Tord only smirked down at me. I could feel my face warming up a little too much.
"I-I could run on my own you know?"

"Pfff, not with those wounds you won't."
Shouts began to echo down the hall, signaling that people were chasing us down. Tord swiftly kicked open an emergency exist and sprang out into the cold. I shuddered, feeling the goosebumps rise on my skin from the unexpected sensation. Now it wasn't just voices following us, but gunshots as well. It must have been Red's orders to shoot at us, since normally the soldiers would be hesitant to fire at their soon to be commander. Bullets struck the ground and kicked up the icy soil but we were drawing farther away from the base, making it harder for them to get a good hit on us. Finally we reached the forest where Tord didn't stop until he got far enough to know we had proper cover from any advancing armed forces. He set me down and I stumbled forward to embrace him, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as they would go. I did this for two reasons, comfort knowing that I was safe, but also because the cold began to seep through my clothes and reaching my skin. Tord pulled me close, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. A light shiver crept up on me, causing Tord to pull away,
"Here, this is why I brought the extra coat." The gentleman brunette removed the navy blue fur lined coat and placed it upon my shoulders. I slipped my arms through the sleeves and tugged the coat closet to my body to garner any warmth from it. Clearly it was oversized for me since it reached down to my knees and the sleeves had encased my hands entirely. Tord let out a chuckle, admiring my form.
"Thankyou." A soft smile graced my lips as I peered up at him. He reached for me and caressed my cheek lovingly with his hand. His gaze then drifted away as he looked towards the base.
"We've got to keep moving and at least try and get as far away from Red territory as fast as possible." Tord looked to me as I nodded firmly in approval.
So off we went, blindly mapping out way to escape the ever present danger of war.