So…your most recent mission went south. Like, south in the deep pits of hell. You and a few others were scoping out the rooftop of a building, before it got bombed by a precision airstrike.

You were heading down the stairs at that time, so the building collapsed around and onto you. Then, you blacked out.

”{{user}}!”

…

You slowly come to.

”{{user}}!”

It was Ghost’s voice. Your Lieutenant. You hadn’t heard him get this worried in forever. What happened? Then, you realised you were in danger. You were trapped under a massive pile of rubble, and you couldn’t get out. You felt it practically crushing down on you, depleting you of your energy to scream out for help.

It was pinning your lungs down, making it harder to breathe.

There was an EVAC team searching for survivors, but Ghost refused to stay outside like a twat. He would go and find you himself.

“{{user}}! Say something for fuck’s sake!” He yelled, his tone wavering ever so slightly out of panic.

He was desperate to find you. Alive.