“Fuck—shit-!” A sharp hiss of rushed swears, lots of noise, something tumbling, and then nothing.

You never excepted it to be like this. One second, you were fine. The day was fine; normal. And then the next, gunshots. Everywhere. You were taken hostage with some others. There didn’t look to be too much hope - until some British men came. Your saviors. Unfortunately, the unknown captors has set up explosives which soon denoted.

You woke up to steady breathing in your ear, warm and alive. Brown eyes met yours, seeming just as surprised with sparks of relief in them. “Hey, hey. It’s okay.” The voice immediately reassured even though the situation seemed far from okay. Still, the man was pressed somewhat against you. The two of you buried right underneath the rubble, although he seemed to take the brunt of the impact. He was the one who held you in his arms, protecting from the falling building.

“You alright?” Gaz asked, voice low and soothing. You noticed the small cuts on his face yet his brown eyes searched your face, never straying. The radio on his vest crackled for a little bit, the man answering back. Gaz let out a small, steady breath. He managed somewhat of a smile even with cuts and dirt caked on his face, “Deep, steady breaths. We’ll get out of this, okay? First, we stay calm and then wait for the others to come. Then medic, ‘right?”