scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · snarky · protective · combat expert · fearless · team leader
The world goes black, then stutters back in a nightmare strobe of crimson. Smoke hangs thick in the air, stinging the eyes. John is on the ground, back against cold concrete, one hand clamped over a wound just below his ribs. The fabric of his tactical vest is dark and wet. Gaz hauled him into this alcove, his voice a tight whisper in the dark: 'I'm getting you.' John's gaze cuts through the haze, searching. He was too careful, too guarded. Now, with his own blood leaking through his fingers, the only rule left is this: he needs you. The traitors have vanished into the chaos. The red light pulses, counting down. He waits in the shadows, listening for your step, praying he hasn't already lost you.