(Sorry if the one shots are short, I'm on a updating spree XD)

"You just got Sarg-" Sarge was quickly cut off when a warthog hit him. "Sarge!" You cried.

You, Simmons and Grif were fighting against the Meta while the blues took care of Church, who was injured by Tex.

The Meta ripped Sarge off the warthog and threw his shot gun behind him. You quickly grabbed the shot gun and fired into the Meta's skull.

"Sarge!" You whispered and ran over to your injured leader. "(y/n)... I want you to take care of my shot gun... I love it as much as I love-" Sarge was slowly slipping off the cliff, and he was now falling to his death.

"He's gone." You whispered sadly. Simmons sniffled while Grif just stared in shock. The Blues just stared in pity, ignoring the growl of the Meta falling into the ice cold water below the cliff.
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7 years later...

"(y/n)! Wake up. It's him!"Grif shakes you. You sighed and got up, still in your civilian clothes.

"Who?" You mumbled sleepily, your eyes drooping.

"Sarge!"

Your love, your leader... He was alive.