Patryk felt the numbness return when he saw the bullet go straight through Paul's head. He couldn't seem to breathe properly, and he walked over to Paul's crumpled form.
"Good job soldier." Tord's smirk burned the back of his neck.
"How could you..?"
"It's just my job." He sighed, puffing smoke out of the scarred side of his mouth. "I'm not allowed to care about anyone. Even if they're my friend, a traitor is a traitor, and must be treated as such." He spun around, planning to walk away. "I'm also not supposed to give you time with the body, but I'll let you have an hour before we clean up."
"You knew I loved him." Paul felt his breathing hitch as tears threatened to pour down his face. "You knew I loved him, and you made me kill him."
"I did what I had to."
"You bastard!" The leader of the army was already gone, having disappeared back into the base just after saying all that he thought that he had to. "You absolute bastard." He whispered, falling to his knees, and picking Paul's body up out of the mud.
"I'm sorry." Patryk brushed the hair of of the man's forehead, and let his tears fall. "I'm so so sorry Paul. He would've killed me." He cradled him in his lap, not caring about the mud staining the legs of his pants. "I couldn't let you see that."
He whispered sweet things to Paul's body, sobbing, and trying to keep as much of him as possible out of the mud.
"It's been an hour sir." One of his most faithful soldiers came in after knocking.
"Alright." He heaved a sigh. "Thank you."
He was getting tired of his soldiers dropping dead, left and right. It wasn't like he had that many of them in the first place.
He was going to lose two good soldiers today.
Damn it.
"Time sure flies when you're having fun, eh Patryk?" Tord smirked at the cold expression he got from the wet, muddy male. The tears running down his face in rivers kind of ruined the anger, made him seem more like a small child.
Patryk did nothing but look at him for a moment, before he curled over with a heavy sob.
"Right-o soldier." He smirked maliciously. "Say your final goodbyes." The smile never left his face, as he pulled out his rifle, and put it against the front of the mourning man's head.
Patryk said nothing, only shut his tear-filled eyes, and bowed his head.
"Well, I guess I'll say it for you." He smiled if only obliterate any sort of fear, or sadness that was hiding in the very back depths of his mind. "goodbye."
BANG!