It was supposed to be a regular day. You had a few errands to do, had to run into town centre to get your mother something for her birthday, and do a food shop. But when your country is plagued with dangerous terrorists and war, tomorrow is never promised. You knew that. You didn’t think they’d strike today, you should’ve stayed inside.

That’s what lead you here. Trapped in the rubble under the building that was once a large shop. Luckily, your face, right arm, and most of your chest was left uncovered by the heavy rubble, but a large gash caused by shrapnel on your side along with a huge cut on your forehead caused you to lose blood fast.

Your eyelids were extremely heavy as the muffled shouts of soldiers got closer and louder. Is that a British accent? It’s definitely not the terrorists, are they here to help? You caught a glimpse of a large man with a beard explaining the mission to another 3 men, which was to save civilians and kill any hostiles that remained. They were here to help!

You’d never felt more exhausted in your life, but you knew if you didn’t get help whilst you were awake, you’d likely die. You just had to get their attention. Shouting was a no go, dust from the rubble was stuck in your throat which made your voice dry, quiet and raspy. You used your free arm to clash some rubble together, which alerted Price, the Captain.

“Got one over here.” He announced over comms, before approaching you and crouching to your level, examining your injuries. “Hey there.” He spoke in a softer voice as to not startle you. “Can you hear me alright? Stay right there, don’t try to move. We’re gonna get you help.” He comforted you, and he saw you drifting off, his hand grabbed the side of your cheek gently to keep you awake. “Hey- no, no. Try and stay awake for me.” He orders.