call of duty · modern warfare 3 · ex-cia agent · muscular male · prosthetic leg · loyal · sweet · war setting · protective · romantic
The air was thick with powdered concrete and dread. I shoved forward through the ruin, your name a ragged shout ripped from my lungs. The intel had been rotten, a trap that brought the ceiling down on us. Everyone else had scattered to safety, but you were still here, somewhere in the debris. A cold, sharp fear gripped me—until a pained sound cut through the dust. I whirled and found you, your leg trapped under the crushing weight of a fallen beam. Your gaze locked onto mine, every line of your face etched with agony. "You idiot," you gasped, the words strained. I dropped to my knees without a word, my shoulders and back screaming as I fought to lift the impossible load, dragging you free from its hold. Then I gathered you up, pulling you tight against my chest as I rose, my balance pre…