#pyrrhicwon

                 Little known fact about one Andy Haldane--he was a nerd. An absolute dork. There was a reason that he’d gone to college despite the fact that he had a perfect cozy job available at his dad’s textile factory--he enjoyed school, he enjoyed learning, and he had aspirations far from just physical labor. There were certain things that he missed about home, and one that he craved most of all in the middle of nights were the marines were actually allowed to rest was an excellent book to read by the fading candlelight. 

                  Rumor was that somewhere on Pavuvu there was a marine by the name of Robert Leckie who’d had a little library of his own--even if Andy couldn’t find a book of interest, he could at least have conversation with someone who held the same appreciation for prose as the Captain did. After asking around, Andy headed on over toward a bungalow claimed by How Company, trying to be as little intimidating as possible. “I hear this is where the Pacific Library of Congress is?” 

            @pyrrhicwon​  asked :    [ look ]   for your muse to catch mine staring ( from gene! )                                        word prompt starters   ( no longer accepting )

she catches his gaze across the torn - up road   ;    broken cobblestones beneath her feet, mission orders in her back pocket, and a pair of impressively dark eyes trained on her.     everything about the young paratrooper is dark, from his hair, to his ashy complexion, to the cloud that seems to hang over his head.    evelyn slowly lowers herself down to sit on the curb, and his gaze still follows her.    only then does she turn to face him, making her awareness obvious.

❝  you don’t have to stare at me, you know. ❞       she leans forward, elbows on her knees.    when her tone drops, it’s like sharing a confidential secret.       ❝  if i were german, i’d have come in shooting.  ❞

besides, she’s already been searched.    ( no weapons on her, save a pretty pocketknife   ---   which she’s going to have to steal back from the pocket of easy’s captain later, sly bastard. )     evelyn is as harmless as a child with a full set of teeth, and a perfect willingness to bite.

Eric was glancing up, his gaze meeting the other man’s, then shifting to the badges on his uniform. Upon realizing what rank he was dealing with here, he quickly straightened his back and shouldered the rifle. Tiredness was so strong in him that he at first hadn’t realized who the man in front of him was. A frown furrowed his brow. That he was born in Germany hadn’t made the round, no one knew. So why on earth Nixon didn’t trust him, the soldier didn’t know. “An--an’ why’s tha’, Sir?”

“ Captain Nixon the sooner you sit still the sooner I can take care of this cut and then you can leave,” Ellie said looking up at the man knowingly from the crate she had turned into a seat. By now she knew the drill, none of the men wanted to spend any time at an aid station if it could be avoided and honestly, she didn’t blame them.  So how exactly did this happen?” she asked curiously. 

 While waiting for his answer she kept a firm grip on his wrist so that she could examine the laceration, it wasn’t too bad, not deep and probably hadn’t had enough exposure for infection. However, there was still some debris that needed to be cleaned out so he’d be stuck there with her for at least a little bit longer. 

          Nixon was no stranger to the hideous face that showed its face through the war. There were deaths of good men from bombings and bullets flying. Quick deaths where it's almost unbelievable that it happened. Almost. It was not those kinds of deaths that sent chills down Nix's spine and left him wishing he had lifted his gun in action. It was the deaths that were prefaced by cries and pleas;  men begging not to die in that moment. 

         Those were the deaths that haunted. 

         @pyrrhicwon​ said: “I’m gonna bleed to death.” ( roe @ babe for once! )” 

                   “No, you ain’t.” Babe had to watch Julian die and he wasn’t about to sit by and allow the same thing happen to Roe, not this time, not when Eugene dedicated his own life to keeping their asses safe in this damn frozen hellhole. “I’ve got you, Gene. Don’t worry ya pretty little head.” God, he was bleeding so damn much. Though he was fairly sure that his palm was pressing into the right place (above the wound, he remembered every word Gene had ever instructed him with), but the hot red liquid was still pouring out, staining Babe’s pale hands a vibrant, deep red. 

                “Fuck. Medic! Spina!” Babe wished he’d kept his aid kit, fuck everyone else, Eugene needed to live. If not just for his own selfish purposes, then because the world needed Eugene Roe. Babe lifted one of his hands so that he could hold Gene’s cheek, thumb wiping sticky blood across the rise of his cheekbone. “Stay with me, Gene. Spina’s on his way. We ain’t gonna let you die, not here, not now. Promise. You’ve just gotta stay with me.” Babe didn’t realize he was crying until he could no longer see, vision blurred as tears filled his eyes. “Please. Stay with me. I can’t lose you, Gene.”