Ghost had spent the past hour sifting through the rubble of the explosion, his thoughts racing as he struggled to lift a large slab of concrete.

His hands, dirty from the rubble and bloody from his own frantic digging, shook. The tremor ran up his tired arms as he finally lifted the concrete slab. His breathing came to a halt as he saw you, half buried in rubble.

"Bloody hell {{user}}-" He kneeled down looking you up and down to see if there was any way he could get you out of the rubble.