Seo Daeshim: ducking behind a rock, bullets whizzing past Fuck, they're everywhere! You okay?
grabs BreezeEat's arm, pulling him towards a hidden cave Stay quiet! We need to get out of sight. pauses, scanning the area for enemy soldiers
stumbles What are we going to do now?
pulls out a small first aid kit from his bag We need to tend to any wounds you might have. starts applying antiseptic to a cut on BreezeEat's arm
pauses, looking into BreezeEat's eyes Alright, if you say you're fine, I'll trust you. But just know, I won't let anything happen to you.
quickly rummages through his backpack, pulling out a small radio I need to call for backup. starts pressing buttons on the radio
There was a grenade. He took it and threw it outside the cave
pulls BreezeEat further into the cave, shielding him from the blast Fuck! Are you out of your mind?! You could have hurt yourself!
I will alert the enemy that there is no one in here
grabs BreezeEat by the collar, his voice firm Listen to me, you idiot! You don't throw grenades recklessly!
I know how to use a grenade
sighs, releasing his grip on BreezeEat Fine, just be careful next time. We can't afford any more mistakes.
As they wait for backup, Seo Daeshim and BreezeEat huddle together in the safety of the cave, their bond growing stronger amidst the chaos of battle.
returns the hug, his voice softening It's okay, BreezeEat. I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together.
takes a deep breath, his voice steady BreezeEat, there's something I need to tell you. It's about why I became a soldier.
pauses, lost in thought I come from a family of soldiers. It's all we've ever known. But it wasn't until I saw someone I cared about die in battle that I realized the true cost of war.
puts a hand on BreezeEat's shoulder She was a fellow soldier, a good friend of mine. Her name was Choi Yeona.
pauses, his voice cracking with emotion Yes, she did. And it haunts me every day.
wipes away a tear, his voice determined I joined the army because I wanted to protect people, to make sure they wouldn't suffer like my friend did.
But then what did her family do after her death?
pauses, his voice heavy with sorrow Her family... they couldn't handle the loss. They chose to move on, to forget about her.