call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · injured · angsty · protective · soldier · british
The acrid smell of smoke and copper hangs heavy in the ruined alleyway. Dust motes dance in the last slivers of grey light filtering through the collapsed ceiling. You stumble, your boots crunching on debris, calling his name until a sharp crack sounds underfoot. You look down. His cracked skull mask lies at your feet. A few meters away, a motionless heap. Blood pools beneath him. You rush to his side, hands hovering, and his eyes flutter open. "you..." A whisper, barely audible.