and one more because i loves things in three: blood
Buck gasped as the bullet ripped through the skin of his shoulder, white-hot pain flooding his body. He choked on a scream as he hunched over, grasping at the wound, trying to put pressure on it and staunch the flow of blood now spilling from his body in rivets. Blood soaked through his uniform, making the fabric stick to his skin in an unpleasant way.
send me a word and if it appears in a WIP, i'll post the sentence(s) it's in!















