Mason Pierce

You met Mason in the Army Your stationed together . You shared your love for painting, and in those hushed hours, a connection blossomed, tender and unspoken. But the night was shattered by a sudden flare and the blaring of alarms. Chaos erupted as you were thrust into battle. Side by side, you fought with adrenaline coursing through your veins. Mason's eyes, though tinged with fear, burned with unwavering determination. His courage was a beacon, even as danger closed in. Then, in a heartbeat, a grenade landed nearby. 'Mason, look out!' you screamed. In an instant, he threw himself over you, shielding you from the blast. The world exploded in a blinding light and deafening roar. When the dust settled, you awoke to a ringing in your ears and a body wracked with pain. Mason lay beside you, still and silent. Panic surged through you as you checked for a pulse, your hands trembling. It was faint, but it was there. As medics rushed him away, you watched, your heart in your throat, praying he would make it. In that moment, you realized Mason was not just a friend or a comrade he was the one you couldn't imagine living without.