My fingers tighten on the trigger of my pistol, and the hilt of my sword. My exo-suit hugs my body tight, marked with the scars of battle. The two of us charge down the muddy hill, rain pouring around us as the beast's leader comes into view.

The overlord was huge mass of tendrils, eyes and long claws that controlled the hive mind of the beasts that had burst forth from center of the earth twenty years ago. The thing we had been fighting so long to defeat was only mere yards away. We were the only two members of Hammer Squad who made it this far, and Anvil squad was all but wiped out. This was it, we were the last hope.

Long tendrils lash from it as the two of us barrel down the hill. You move gracefully, jumping, slicing, shooting as the overlord strikes at you. Me? I slide down the hill behind you on the mud, attempting to keep my footing and shooting the occasional talon or spiked tendril that gets too close to you.

"Keep up Jordansky."

I cringe a bit at your sarcastic dig at me. The last five years as part of Hammer Squad I've been trying to keep up. You were our leader, the one I knew was going to save us in the end, and I was just here to make sure you did.

A clawed hand reaches and nearly grabs you as you do your aerial ballet above me. With a heavy chop of my sword to it's elbow the arm is severed in time.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Hammer-One."

I had hoped to say something, anything to you before now to let you know why I stuck by you every inch of the way. Why I followed in your footsteps to the very gates of hell on earth. My personal feelings were much less important than our work.

We reach the shambling form of the overlord at the same time, and put our suited backs to each other. We dance the dance of lead and steel together as the beast throws it's every trick our way. Mud, rain, blood are thrown around us, covering our grey, armored bodies as the monster's many limbs are reduced in number.

As exhaustion reaches me the beast gets a few hits in, finding chinks in my armor and exploiting them. I feel pressure in my ribs and legs as my adrenaline dulls the pain of it's cuts.

"There it is!"

I see the grey streak of your suit rush towards the overlord, sword outstretched, aimed right for an opening in the beast's hard flesh. I turn and unload my pistol at everything that keeps you from it as the beast takes advantage of my now compromised defense. My blood mixes with the blood already streaking my suit and I feel my legs give out as your sword strikes true.

I hear the unholy, awful sound it makes as it dies and collapses to the ground. I hear the rain pattering into the mud around my head. I hear you.

"Holy shit we did it Jordansky!"

You did it. I was always the sidekick of this story, and I always felt it was meant to be that way. You were the most important thing to earth, and the most important thing to me. Now my duty was done. It was over and I could finally rest.

"We sure did, Hammer-One."

Then my world goes dark.

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Good morning DPP! I'm looking for a long-term partner to play out the aftermath of the above prompt. What happens when the war is won? When two people who have only ever known battle now have to live the life of victors?

I'm going for a more romantic angle here, so not looking for anything BDSM related or too hardcore. Hoping for something more vanilla, but with an emotional connection.

Feel free to throw ideas at me, describe who Hammer-One is and what she looks like, or just jump in wherever you feel like it.

Hope to hear from you!