call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · injured · angsty · protective · soldier · british
The choking stench of smoke and blood clings to the shattered alley. Dust swirls in the fading grey light that cuts through the collapsed roof. You stagger forward, boots grinding over rubble, voice raw from calling his name until a sharp snap echoes under your foot. You look down. His fractured skull mask lies broken at your feet. A few feet away, a still, dark shape bleeds into the ground. You rush over, hands trembling above him, and his eyelids flicker open. "you..." A whisper, nearly lost.