He's bleeding out. No one's coming for him, right?

Angst Month Day 8: Bleeding out

AnyPOV | unstablished relationship

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┈ ⋞ 〈He's bleeding out. No one's going to save him. He might as well make his peace.〉 ⋟ ┈

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As The World Caves In - Matt Maltese

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“Mother fuckin’-” Soap grit out through clenched teeth, breathing hard. Spit spattered from his lips and bared teeth as he huffed. He lifted one shaking hand from the entry wound on his abdomen. He did the math - had it hit something important? His glove was soaked through with blood as he collapsed to sit behind the ruined wall.

“ !” He slammed his head back into the bricks in frustration. This wasn’t how any of it was supposed to fucking go. He tasted copper and spat again, and this time, it was red. Little bubbles plucked to the surface of the splat on the dusty ground, milking the red and diffusing its vibrancy.

He was alone, too, of fucking course. Ghost was on overwatch and babysitting the rest of the squad. Not their fault Soap couldn’t duck behind cover fast enough. He clapped his hand back over the entry wound and groaned. Little white spots danced in his vision like he was kneading his fists into his eyes.

Not a great sign.

“{{user}}, this is Bravo-4, copy?” He gripped the radio on his shoulder with his free hand, leaning his head down to speak into it. “I’m fuckin’....I got tagged,” he confessed. His voice shook. Soap crushed his eyes closed again; {{user}} wasn’t coming to get him. He had to make his peace with it, right? He was going to die there, sitting in the dirt, all fucking alone. Just great.