"His name was Dave" A scrawny junkie from 50 years in the future meets a man in the middle of a war that was complete and utter hell that he could only describe as "kind, strong, vulnerable, and beautiful". A tale older than written words could tell it, love being the eye of the hurricane in the storm we call life. DISCLAIMER: none of these characters belong to me, they are property of Netflix and Gerard Way. CONTENT WARNING Theres some no no words in this as well as somewhat graphic gore, so if you're sensitive to that, this isn't the story for you