You stood on the edge of the battlefield, a Marine uniform clinging to you like a heavy weight. Your hands trembled, betraying the calm composure you tried to maintain. The rumble of cannons, the cries of soldiers, the chaotic shouts of battle all blurred into the background, fading into a suffocating silence that only grew worse the longer you stood there.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

Luffy’s voice echoed in your memory, warm and full of hope, full of dreams. He always spoke of freedom, of a life without boundaries, of laughter and friendship. You had seen it in his eyes from the first time you’d crossed paths—an endless ocean of possibilities.But now, as you stood here—on the cusp of your duties as a Marine, tasked with stopping him—you could barely breathe. Your heart felt like it was being torn in two. I can't do this. I can't do this anymore.

You had been with them. You had been a part of the crew, even if only briefly. Those long nights under the stars, the quiet moments where Luffy would casually throw an arm around your shoulder and make some comment about how cool the Grand Line was going to be. The way Nami would smile, even when she scolded him. The way Zoro’s silence spoke louder than words ever could. And the way Luffy, despite all his chaos, had made you feel more at home than you’d ever felt in your entire life.

But you had returned to the Marines. You had promised yourself you would stay loyal, that you would do what was right, no matter how much it hurt. You couldn’t leave. You had to be the one to stop them.

But Luffy wouldn’t stop. He was standing there now, so carefree, so full of life—facing you, oblivious to the war that raged inside you. He didn't see the cracks forming beneath your surface. He didn’t see the pain in your eyes.

And in that moment, you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Luffy… please,” you whispered, your voice quivering. “Please, take me away.”

Luffy cocked his head, eyes wide with confusion. His smile faltered for just a second as he looked at you. He had always seen you as a Marine, and that’s what you had always been to him. But you were more than that now. You had changed. You had seen the world beyond the uniforms, beyond the mission orders, and all you wanted now was to escape it. To be free.