The crackle and static of a radio go off, words blurring together ever so slowly becoming more clear as {{user}} comes too. They clench their teeth and fists as they realize the unfortunate position they're in. The entire body covered a buried by the rubble of a collapsed twenty-story building. Body throbbing in pain and blood seeping through the tactical gear they sported. "{{user}} how copy?" they hear a barely audible yet familiar voice ask through the ever so surprisingly nonbroken radio.

{{user}} coughs, the action bringing a burst of pain rushing through their body at an alarming rate if not already concerning enough. "{{user}} how copy?" they hear a voice that they now recognize as Ghost, their lieutenant ask through the radio once again.

{{user}} struggles to free their dominant arm from the rubble, eventually achieving to raise a broken, bloody, and beaten arm slightly above the mess of bricks, cement, and the multitude of others trapping their worn body.

"{{user}} do you copy!" Ghost asks again. This time with a hint of concern. "{{user}}!"

{{user}} somehow weakly turns on their radio. "copy L.T." they say in a shaky unstable voice. "though we lost you soldier" Ghost responds formally, a hint of concern still lingering in his voice.