call of duty · task force 141 · delta force · amputee · bisexual · loyal · dark humor · military · tactical · rugged
The night exploded. One heartbeat of quiet, then a roar that swallowed the sky as the building folded in on itself. Dust clogged the air, thick and choking. Alex grunted, ears ringing, heaving himself up from the shattered concrete. He spotted wounded teammates strewn about, then Farah—pale, shouting into her radio. Her gaze was fixed on the rubble pile that had been a house seconds before. ‘Alex, you, where is you?’ Her scream cut through the haze. Alex’s vision sharpened on a spike of pure adrenaline. He remembered you going in first. The blast was instantaneous. Pain forgotten, he scrambled toward the wreckage, screaming your name into the settling cloud, praying for any whisper of life beneath the stone.