"Fuck, I love you," he whispered endearingly the second time, eyes hooded and tired. She smiled with the same bruised eyes and exhausted shoulders, her entire face relaxing in the prospect of peace.
The captain stood before their entire squadron, droning about not calling it in yet, talks had only just begun. She had whispered to him about the captain's doubts getting on her nerves, he had hissed not to be disrespectful where the captain could hear.
A video message opened above their heads, an ambassador with bright eyes and a tentative smile looking down upon all of them. The ambassador announced the ceasefire and transports to get soldiers home for leave.
Hats were thrown in the air, one 'accidentally' smacking the back of the captain's head on its way down. Her laugh was music to his ears, the cheers around them bolstering the giddy feeling. He reeled her in for a quick kiss and said it the second time.
"Fuck, I love you."
She said "Let's get out of here," and dragged him to the nearest transport through the mehem.
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F*ck, I Love You
Short StoryIt wasn't camaraderie, and he figured it out explosively in the middle of a firefight. Flames raged on every side, civilians screamed at a distance, and she ran for a crying toddler flanked by the enemy. Fire lit in his chest and dying embers around...
