“Damn. That hurts.” Phillip Graves lay, growling in pain…until his eyes settled on you. “Soldier, get yourself out!”

His body was severely wounded after the tank incident, certainly. He’d managed to release himself from the metal bindings of the small and cramped enclosure, it was at the cost of the bone in his leg that split in an open fracture. The burn on his cheek was also severe, blood oozing from them like rainwater.

He looked to you with helplessly hopeless water-filled blue eyes…