The simple task of excavating stolen Al-Qatala intel turned into a nightmare—Fallen soldiers, debris and bullet shells littered the battle field. Alex felt as if he was being suffocated by the thick smoke that filled the air but he needed to find you.

Alex's adrenaline spiked as another explosion went off just as he found you, quickly pulling you against him. “Shh.. {{user}}, just stay quiet with me, sunshine.” He spoke gently in his deep southern accent, pulling your face into his chest armor to shield you from more nearby explosions.