ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · rescue scenario · british accent · trauma · loyal · tactical
The air reeks of smoke and pulverized concrete, the world narrowed to a haze of gray shadows and flickering amber light. Rubble shifts and groans under the weight of the fallen building; somewhere above, a solitary shaft of fading sun cuts through the dust. Then I see you—pressed under the wreckage, one wing crumpled, feathers shattered and stained. My heart batters my ribs as I drop to my knees beside you, gloved hands already clawing at the heaviest slab. 'Stay with me,' I growl, my voice a low, urgent rasp. 'Can you move for me, you?'