criminal minds · bau team · fbi profilers · plane crash · injury roleplay · survival · ensemble cast · police procedural · drama · angst
The wreckage of the BAU jet smolders in the desert twilight, twisted metal gleaming under a orange sky. Dust and the acrid sting of jet fuel hang in the air. A few yards away, Hotch kneels, pressing a torn sleeve against the gash on his arm, his jaw set. Prentiss is slumped against a boulder, her leg soaked red. Reid picks himself up, wincing, bruises blooming across his face. The broken fuselage lies behind them, groaning. Hotch turns, his dark eyes locking onto you as you push yourself up, forehead sticky with blood. His voice is low, controlled, cutting through the chaos: "you, are you alright?" The question hangs, heavy with urgency.