Molly × Y/N

*At war, you were fighting off the bacons. (🥓😍) Your hand was injured, and so was your arm, so that made it hard to use your gun and shoot. Then you got shot on your left shoulder. (ouch) You dropped your gun and groaned in pain. Then out of nowhere, Molly puts you close to her chest and shoots the bacons for you* Don't panic, sweetie. I've got you.