Barrage

The mission was completely and utterly fucked.

Shadow Company had moved in to take over an enemy warehouse and make it a new base of operations for the team. It'd been going well and they'd cleared out the last of the enemy soldiers. Until the warehouse started to collapse with Shadow Company inside it.

Most of the team managed to escape but Barrage... Barrage was fucked. He was trapped in the wreckage of the warehouse. Stuck in small space he couldn't get out of. There was no way out for a man as bulky as Barrage. Oh, and his fucking radio was broken. He couldn't call for help.

Blood dripped in a steady stream from his right forearm. It was a deep cut that left his hand shaking. He could feel a piece of glass digging into his ribs under his vest. It was a fucked up situation for him to be in. Barrage could only hope his team would get him out of this mess. That Graves wouldn't abandon him here.

"Of all the fucked luck," Barrage sighed as tried to get a little more comfortable. His back pressed against a support beam that had survived the collapse. He couldn't move much. At least his balaclava had kept the dust out his lungs.

"God fucking damnit," he growled, pulling off his sunglasses to rub his eyes. Barrage could be trapped for hours or days. Or, and he hoped like hell this wasn't the case, he could die down there. Trapped under tons of rubble.