Trooper grunts over in pain, red liquid seeping down his hand as he clutches over his open wound. He recognizes the familiar piece of metal pressed against his head, a gun. It's cold barrel pressed snuggly against his forehead, Trooper dares to look up, the fear once smudged across his face is gone as he sees the man before him.

Rebel.

His gloved hand slightly squeezing over the trigger, hesitating but willing to kill him in an instant.

Ignoring the scorching pain in his stomach, he lifts his bloody hand and reaches for Rebel's cheek. His fingertips softly grazing against his skin, red streaks dirtying his cheek. Rebel slowly lowers his grip on the gun, his free hand trailing up to his face to meet with the soldier's one.

"It hurts," Trooper breathed out.

Rebel hummed and brought the soldier's hand closer to his lips, kissing his fingertips dearly, not caring if the metallic taste of blood entered his mouth. A small smile crept upon Trooper's face, his vision blurring by the second.

"Rebel.." Trooper muttered out, his wound now gushing out more blood as he tries to sit up.

Rebel is quick to move, softly pushing Trooper down. "Don't," he mumbles.

Trooper tries to whisper something but his voice is so faint that even Rebel couldn't catch it. He leans forward and brushes some dirt off the soldier's face. His ear is gently placed near his lips, Trooper's breathing becoming more faint. Rebel waits patiently for a response that does not come.

Trooper's body is completely still.