"On your left!" Garrus yelled, not fast enough to save one of the soldiers from falling under a Marauder's fire. Sweat rolled down his face, the sharp sting of failure shooting pain through his open wounds, and blood pulsed in his ears as the bellowing howl of the Reapers resounded in the cold, thin air. He looked up at the falling asteroids, showers of red sparks the colour of her hair filling the sky with fire, and wished for a miracle.
Mass Effect, Garrus/Shepard, the things that we could be
"On your left!" Garrus yelled, not fast enough to save one of the soldiers from falling under a Marauder's fire. Sweat rolled down his face, the sharp sting of failure shooting pain through his open wounds, and blood pulsed in his ears as the bellowing howl of the Reapers resounded in the cold, thin air. He looked up at the falling asteroids, showers of red sparks the colour of her hair filling the sky with fire, and wished for a miracle.
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