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Rough clutches, calloused hands digging deep into what was once a pristine white. The taste of metal overwhelming, sight of red tainting the room into a gruesome display. Pressing deep and harsh, wince a natural response.
Ushered words falling onto deaf ears - too soft to make sense through the harsh ringing in your mind - though they were calming. Soft words meant to ground you and the whirring thoughts inside your shaken mind. Eventually your eyes start to flicker around. Taking note of the tacvest that was discharged and to the right, the flag of your homeland proud on the front and proving it was yours.
Hand reaching out to grab your belongings, cut short by another wince with the feeling of hands guiding yours back down. *Oh*.
"Aye, shh... 's okay, yer okay..." The words were whispered in your ear, barely coherent as gunshot after gunshot ring through the building. A low grunt all you could muster as palms dig into your side. The bullet inside your abdomen was gushing crimson, desperately held back by your Sergeant's trembling hands.
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