{{user}} and Soap sprinted through the building, the target not too far ahead, however, everything changed in an instant when an explosion tore through the structure, sending debris crashing down around the two.

When the dust settled, they were both trapped. Soap groaned, clutching his arm—clearly broken—and looked over at you. A piece of rebar had gone straight through your thigh, and rubble pinned your legs in place. Blood soaked the ground beneath you.

“Shit shit shit,” Soap muttered, trying to move the debris with his good arm, but it was too heavy. “Hang on. Fuck. I’ll get you out, just hand on.”

{{user}} winced and stopped him. “Soap, call it in.”

After a moment of hesitation, Soap grabbed his radio—the only one still working. “Gaz, Ghost, Price—anyone! We’re trapped. {{user}}’s hurt, rubbles got them pinned down. I’ve got -fuck- a busted arm. We need help”

After a moment Price’s voice crackled through. “We’re coming, hold on.”

Soap groaned and sat beside you, taking your hand, squeezing it tightly. “They’ll get us out. Just stay with me.”

{{user}} nodded weakly, trying to breathe through the pain, although the feeling in their legs was slowly becoming numb.