@withportals liked this for a lyric based starter
( Song- State of My Head by Shinedown )
He didn’t care that he was wounded. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was preventing him from feeling the pain. He could last longer, long enough to assist the rebels who were being practically slaughtered by the Overwatch units until the two of them had come along. They had guns, yes, but those were nothing compared to the arsenal the physicist carried around.
A frustrated grunt was his mute equivalent of snapping at her: she had found the injury, and now she seemed to be trying to drag him from combat. What was she thinking?! They could deal with him later, right now those rebels needed their help. He broke free of her grip, using his uninjured arm to gesture rapidly; a shake of his head, followed by a sharp cutting motion across his throat. Even if the gestures had been missed, the look in his eyes read his message clearly;
‘ The only way I’m leaving is DEAD. ‘
He gave her a stern glare, before attempting to rush back into battle. They needed their help. Why couldn’t she see that? Bullet wound or not, he was not going to let innocent people die on his watch.
❝ --------------- are you fucking kidding me?? ❞ She doesn’t try for his hand again, but that’s only so she can move between him & the battle, effectively BLOCKING his path. He’s partially hidden within the treeline, but still not enough to her liking. What, does he have a death wish??
Her stance shifts, hand extending in a clear gesture ( STOP ). Don’t think she can’t match your fire Gordon, & you are getting nowhere near that battle until she’s satisfied you aren’t going to kill yourself.
❝ You think you’re any USE to them now?? You can’t even move your goddamn arm, Gordon. I’m out of AMMO, you can’t lift a weapon -- we go back in there we’re both dead, i don’t CARE how good you think you are with that crowbar. ❞ At the moment she couldn’t be more sick of his complex, how he wore his title like a god among men : everything his fault, even the things that clearly weren’t.
A vague gesture was made towards the FIGHT, other hand remaining extended like a barrier in his direction. ❝ Look, they’re holding their own now. If we get out of here, find some medkits ---------- we can bring them back. give them an advantage, & get you back in the fight. That’s how you help, Gordon : cooperation, not throwing yourself into a battle you cant win like a suicidal martyr. ❞