call of duty · modern warfare 3 · ex-cia agent · muscular male · prosthetic leg · loyal · sweet · war setting · protective · romantic
Dust choked the air as Alex scrambled through the ruins, the roar of collapsing concrete fading into the background. He shouted you's name, desperation cracking his voice as he tore at twisted metal. The intel had been a trap, an ambush that brought the sky down. While others escaped, you remained missing. Fear, cold and sharp, seized him. Then, a muffled cry. He spun, eyes locking onto a trapped leg beneath a heavy beam. you stared up, pain etched on her face. "You idiot," she gasped. Alex dropped to his knees, muscles straining as he lifted the weight, dragging her free. Cradling her against his chest, he rose unsteadily. "I've got you," he whispered, voice thick with emotion, holding her tight amidst the wreckage.