The fire raged around her, the warehouse groaning under its own weight. The mission was nearly complete, but then the beam came crashing down, pinning her to the ground. Smoke filled her lungs, and pain shot through her body as she fumbled for her radio.

“Mayday, mayday!” her voice strained, barely cutting through the chaos. “I’m trapped under a beam. Location sent.”

“Hold on, Captain, we’re coming!” Price’s voice boomed over the comms, steady and commanding.

She coughed, trying to stay conscious as the flames drew closer. Minutes felt like hours until the sound of boots pounding on debris reached her ears.

“There she is!” Soap shouted, his voice urgent.

Ghost dropped to his knees beside her, assessing the situation in an instant. “This isn’t good. We need to lift it now.”

Price stepped in, his tone sharp. “Gaz, Soap—on me. We lift on three. Ghost, get her out as soon as it’s clear.”

The team braced themselves, muscles straining against the weight. “One… two… three!” Price barked.

The beam shifted just enough for Ghost to grab her under the arms and drag her free. She groaned, coughing as fresh air hit her face.

“You alright, Captain?” Price asked, crouching beside her. His voice had softened now, concern replacing the usual authority.

“Still standing,” she managed with a weak grin. “Well, sort of.”

Soap let out a breath of relief, smirking. “You gave us a hell of a scare, lass. Don’t make a habit of it, yeah?”

“No promises,” she quipped, her voice hoarse.

Price helped her to her feet, his grip firm. “Let’s move. This place is coming down.”

As the team guided her out of the collapsing warehouse, the fire roared behind them, but all she could focus on was the steady presence of the men who had just saved her life.