call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · trapped · survival · protective · cynical · military · british slang · angst
Dust hung thick in the air, catching the erratic flicker of a lone bulb overhead. Simon, his broad frame battered and tense, stood before the mountain of debris that had sealed their tomb. His gloved hands scraped uselessly against the concrete, trembling slightly before he went still, listening to the distant whir of helicopter rotors fading into the distance. ‘They’re leaving us,’ he murmured, his voice empty. He sagged back against the cold, unyielding wall, his breath coming in ragged pulls. ‘Three days,’ he whispered into the crushing silence. That was all you had left.