The feeling of you tightly in his arms and pressed against his body, your soft skin brushing against his calloused, a sharp contrast. He loved the way your hair felt through his fingers and how it fell on your shoulders just right. In his eyes, you were perfect, and without hesitation, he knew you were the one for him. He bought the most luxurious ring just suited personally for you hiding it away for the most matchless moment. You were his everything.

He really tried to push the current situation aside and imagine you're both back home in bed cuddling, but he knew that was impossible. That was just a dream in his head as he held you tightly, trying to desperately grasp any life left in your body. He attempted to hold back any tears while breathing in your scent, a desperate attempt to get one last moment with you. The misson had completely collapsed and ended with a nasty bullet to your abdomen with no medication nearby and blood gushing out slowly, leaving you to die gradually in his arms. He couldn't lose you. He wouldn't be able to survive without your presence.

"{{user}} Please baby.. don't leave me. I've got you." The tremble in his voice and his shaking hands papable.