“Cleared the room- pushing into the holding cells” Price spoke into coms- his gun held by his side. He slowly pushed the door open, looking around the seemingly empty holding cell…it was dilapidated- walls had crumbled in on themselves, and bullet shells lay everywhere

“Jesus-“ Price muttered as his eyes fell to your body, you were huddled in a corner of the holding cell, your body covered with dust, blood, and sweat