Live In My Memory, You'll Always Be There.
Summary: Not long after moving to San Diego with your fiancé, Jake, he’s declared missing in action. The Dagger Squad rallies around you as you grieve his loss, and you grow closer to one particular member of the team than you ever imagined.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, character death mentioned, grief, fluff, unexpected love, smut, loss of parents (mentioned).
W/C: 6.3k - too many to be the drabble it was supposed to be.
Characters: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, female reader (no use of Y/N), Dagger Squad.
Pairing: Rooster x female reader (you - no use of Y/N, no descriptions of body type or ethnicity). Hangman x female reader.
Notes: No use of Y/N, but the reader has nicknames. Inspired by Pearl Harbor.
Live in My Memory, You'll Always Be There
A bang stirs Bradley from his sleep, but he doesn’t move, unsure if he’s dreaming. A growl of thunder rumbles in the distance, and he wonders if that’s what woke him.
He rolls onto his back, pushing the sheet down to his waist, seeking the cooler air of the room.
A second louder knock sounds. He jumps from his bed and rushes out of the room as the rain grows heavier, pelting the windows.
It can’t be work-related. The navy would have called, not sent someone to get him.
He flicks on the light in the hallway, interrupting the urgent insistence of the third knock. Bradley scrambles to unlock the door, finally pulling it open as a flash of lighting breaks across the sky.
You stand a few steps off his porch, rain-soaked clothes and hair clinging to your skin, but it doesn’t hide the agony behind your tears.
“I …I,” you hiccup, chin shaking, “I didn’t know where else to go.”
The water dripping from you seems to drag your remaining strength with it, and your legs buckle. Bradley leaps toward you, but he’s too late. You're in a heap on the ground.
He cradles you, rocking back and forth while your throat-scratching roars of pain nearly rival the storm’s rage.
“They announced it,” you stutter, voice shaking, “officially declared it. Jake’s gone.”
Bradley doesn’t tell you it will be okay. He doesn’t promise you that one day it will be. It won’t ever be the same again.