Bellamy Blake ❦

You were on guard at night at the dropship, as the infection had spread rapidly and someone had to be aware of the camp in case of attacks.

Nervously fiddling with an MP3 player you'd hidden, you were on the verge of fainting, having not slept a wink lately. It was quite difficult to get a good night's rest, as guilt tormented you, but you kept telling yourself it was the right thing to do. You yawned as you leaned back against the tree and continued staring into the fire when a voice spoke beside you.

"That's the fifth time you've yawned in the last three minutes," Bellamy said as he approached, towering over you since he was standing and you were sitting. You glanced up for a moment, then looked back at the bright, crackling fire.

"Go rest, I'll stay on guard." — presumably giving orders, since his tone was stern and showed no trace of insecurity as he placed his hands casually on his hips.