A low, dull throb echoed through Sean's head as he strained to open his eyes. The sun beamed down onto him through the canopy of leaves as they swayed gently. Slowly, he reached his hand up onto his head and felt a bandage, as well as minor pain. A groan escaped his lips as he shifted, attempting to sit up. Just as he was halfway up, a warm, gentle hand was placed on his back, carefully guiding him.

"Hey there, you okay? That was a pretty nasty fall you took there." A deep, rumbling voice asked.

Sean gasped without even turning around. He knew the accent of his enemy well enough. In a flash, he had swiped the knife from his boot, whipped around and grasped the man, pinning him to the ground and the knife to his throat.

"Give me one good reason not ta' kill you right here, right now."

"You're cute."

"What?"

Not, I just saved your life? Not, I'm just like you? No cliché catchphrase?

"You're cute. I'm not gonna lie. And besides, you haven't killed me yet, I confused you. And the look you gave was priceless and adorable."

"Are you a fucking faggot or something?"

"I prefer the term gay or homosexual but yes. Is that a problem? I mean you're gonna kill me anyway."

Sean sighed heavily and lowered his knife, sitting away from the Korean.

"I'm not gonna kill you. I jus', don't see te' point." He admitted.

"Same. I never wanted to play a part in this war. I'm a medic, I'm only meant to help people. But, we're issued weapons, and ordered to use them if necessary. So, I've killed a few people. And I know you're meant to be proud if you do, because you're helping your country. But, it just doesn't feel right. We're all Human. This isn't a war. It's murder." Sean listened wistfully to his words, then added his own speech.

"It's like a purge. Take all your anger out on people who are different. Yet, I'm not an angry person. I hardly ever get angry. I just wanted ta' make my Ma proud. But I...I don't wanna be here anymore. I want my Ma ta' be proud of me, I do, but...I just...I just wanna go home." Sean started sniffling as silent tears fell.

He suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him. The Korean had shifted over to comfort him. Sean felt weird, not uncomfortable, but a strange calmness. He knew it wasn't right to have another man hugging him, and knowing that the Korean was gay just made it a little more awkward. But somehow, Sean seemed fine with it. In the moment, he didn't care. He just wanted someone to hold him. And if this gay Korean was going to be that someone, so be it. Sean shuffled closer to him and nuzzled his face into the Koreans chest.

"The name's Mark, by the way. Mark Fischbach." The man stated.

"Sean. Mcloughling."

(Can we just take a moment to think about how adorable Jacks name is??).

"Cute."

"Just so ya know. I'm 100% straight."

"That's okay. I have some friends back home who're straight and they know I'm gay."

"Okay then."

There was a moment of silence. And the to men took the opportunity to stop and listen. Distant gunshots could still be heard, popping like champagne. At one point Mark could hear a scream of complete and utter agony. Whether it was from his side or not, it still made silent tears cascade down his tan and dirty face.

"Mark?" Sean asked timidly, without looking up.

"Yeah?" Mark responded.

"They're going ta' find us aren't they. They're gonna think we're deserters and give us court martial...aren't they?"

There was no comfort to be had, nor to be given.

"Yeah..."

For the rest of the night, the two men sat in silence, simply waiting to be found. They couldn't run. There was nowhere to go. And nobody would try to save them.

Eventually it grew dark and the stars came out. Through the thick leaves of the trees, Sean and Mark could see them glimmering like signals, telling them to be patient. That they would be up there and safe with them soon. They just didn't realise how soon that would actually be.

The cold barrels of rifles were pushed up against the backs of their necks.

"Sean Mcloughling. Mark Fischbach. I'm sentencing you to court martial for treason and desertion. You die tomorrow at dawn."