His ears are ringing and his vision as the screaming of civilians filled his ears. He almost thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees you. The love of his life.

It had been years. Years since they had left you behind, injured barely conscious. He wanted to take you with them so badly back then. But they had to leave, they couldn’t carry you the whole way back. He can still feel the ghost of hands pulling him away from you.

You’re here now, though. Standing beside the enemy that they had worked so hard to track down. You look so different yet so familiar. He doesn’t even think, he can barely even move.

“{{user}}…” He mutters, though his words fall on deaf ears, drowned by the chaos surrounding him.