Trying to make angst :)

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I have never tried to make angst before (exept for that other story) So, i wanna try to make some.

When I have ideas for angst, it may usually be about Tim and Commander cuz that is all i can think of.
Plus, frejdnshsip >:)

Right- lets start :)

WArning - Talk of dead, mention of blood

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He is just laying there. Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck. Is he still breathing? Oh fuck, please be breathing. There were violent coughs and, oh thank god he was breathing, very heavy breathing.

"Shit, Sir? Are you ok?" Tim sat up and looked at Commander. "Sir?" He tried to stand, and then noticed that his leg was injured terribly. It was bleeding out, quickly.

"What were you thinking?! You fucking idiot!" Commander yelled at Tim who tried to remember what had happened.

° Flashback °

Gunshots and yelling is all that could've been heard from all areas and Commander was running. Why? Simply because he was trying to find something that could help them all. He didn't remember where it was hidden, but he still ran to find it anyway.

This wasn't the smartest idea, cuz there were enemie soliders firing at who knows what anymore. When Commander finally got to where he needed to be, he looked round to try and find what he was looking for.

He started to dig a hole in the ground to see if it was there, and at the same time a bullet was being shot at him. He didn't even notice it. He didn't notice that Tim was behind him too. The bullet was supposed to hit Tim aswell. It did. It hit him in the leg and he fell down "gAh-".

That was when Commander turned round and noticed him.

° End of Flashback :) °

He had to drag Tim behind something to make sure they weren't spotted. "Ok, this isn't looking good for me is it?" Timet out a small laugh as he reached over to see what Commander was doing. "You are really joking round right now? Oh my fucking god." He wasn't in the mood for jokes, obviously, he was more focused on helping his friend.

"No, no.. No, I don't have anything on my to heal you up.." He put his hand on his face in dissapointment. It shouldn't have to end here. "Hey, Commander." A cough came from Tim "I don't know about you, but I can't see very well, haha" He looked at Tim, who looked in pain, smile through the pain must have been to only thought in his head.

"I- I just don't want you dead. I want you to not do that again once we get you cleaned up. Do you understand that Tim?" His expression showed great concern.

"Alright then, but you could've gotten shot. And it could've been me or you, and you have qn army to run Sir"

He turned to face over where they were hidden, he noticed a soldier that could've shot his leg. He was closest and nobody else was there. He turned back, feeling tired. "Hey. Can I rest for a second?" Tim asked quietly.

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"Not at the moment Tim.." Commander had a gun in hand and started to shoot soliders from across the battlefield. "Yes.." he whispered as he ran to the dead bodies and tried to find some bandages.

Tim sighed and closed his eyes, he was gonna get himself killed going alone with that much confidence.
"Hello there, say hi to my friend called gun" It was an enemie solider, but how?!

Nobody noticed them hidding- unless they saw his head poking out from behind. Shit, there was no other way out of this one. "I hope this can be as painful as possible, bitch" The solider said as the trigger had been pulled.

Commander rushed back after hearing the loud shot, bandages in hand. He saw the enemie standing above Tim, laughing. He dropped the bandages and shot the prick, who died in, also, a painful death.

"Tim?"

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"TIM?!"

He dropped to his knees and saw his comrade bleeding out more. He examined the body, hoping he was at least still breathing so there was a chance of saving him...

No. He wasn't breathing. Of course he wouldn't be, he just got shot again, and in the stomach too. "TIM!? Wake up.. WAKE UP YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

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There was silence. Silence that was only filled with crying. Tim was dead. He was actually dead. Commander was just crying. It shouldn't have been Tim. He thought to himself.

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"I'm sorry Tim.."

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There. It's angst.😟 Take it pllease.
:)

I actually feel angry at myself cuz they are both my favourite characters.

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