#crumbling building

[autobot2001]

Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 1

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jamie is sick, but still has to go on a mission. The mission goes south.

Day 2; @sicktember: Forced to go to school/work while sick @whumptember:  Bloodied clothes |  crumbling building

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Jamie wakes up with a scratchy throat, a sign of a cold. The team has a mission today. Jamie knows Price won’t let her stay behind. She knows she’ll feel like crap when the mission is complete. Jamie gets ready for the day.

Ninety minutes later, the team is on the helicopter heading towards the location. Jamie is feeling unwell, but she knows she doesn’t look sick. If she says something, Price will assume it’s her allergies, and she’s fine. With the flight being three hours, Jamie sleeps. Alejandro, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Rodolfo, and Soap question why Jamie is sleeping, but none of them wakes her.

Jamie is awake when the helicopter lands. She feels a little better. The others say nothing, but still question why she took a nap. The team prepares to disembark and begin the mission. Jamie pays attention as Price debriefs everyone for the last time. The mission should be simple, but everyone knows how quickly that can change.

As the team approaches the building they are to search, they realize how dangerous the mission is. The old structure is ready to crumble. “We could collapse the building,” Gaz says. “Therefore, the Cartel can’t get the drugs if any are present.” “We’d be losing out on valuable evidence,” Alejandro says. “Everyone, be careful,” Price advises. The team moves on into the building as planned.

Everyone goes inside the building. Inside shows evidence of crumbling. The roof has collapsed in some areas. “The Cartel is using this old building?” Soap asks. “That’s what the intel says,” Price answers.

The further the team walks, the more uneasy some feel. “Anyone else feel like this was a trap?” Ghost says. “As if we’re walking into our deaths?” “Yeah, I-,” Soap steps on a floorboard, resulting in the support beam jumping up. The beam ends up on the floor, not in the intended spot. “Everyone out!” Price yells. Everyone runs toward the exit. Jamie is trailing behind, but the men don’t realize it.

The six make it out, but realize Jamie wasn’t close behind them. “Where-?” Price asks. The building crumbles to the ground. “Oh, fuck, Jamie!” Everyone watches, horrified. They know they must wait for the building to fall before they can search. Fearful that they’ll be searching for a corpse.

The wait is agonizing. An hour passes before Price walks closer to the pile of the old building, checking if it is safe for a search. He signals for the others to approach. “Start searching,” he orders. “I’m calling for help.” The five men search, moving the rubble that they can, and Price radios for help. Search and rescue and medical. With the five men moving rubble from different areas of the pile, they hope someone will find Jamie fast. Hoping that the fact that the building wasn’t extensive benefits them.

A half-hour passes. “Guys, I found her!” Gaz yells. The other five men rush towards him and help him move the wood that was once the building. They uncover Jamie, who is awake but disoriented. “Oh hell,” Soap says as he removes Jamie’s vest, seeing her bloodied clothes. “Her armor should have protected her,” Ghost says. “Not necessarily,” Alejandro says. “It’s complicated. What we need to worry about is how badly she’s injured. “ “Let’s see if we can assess her injuries without moving her,” Price says. “We don’t know if she has a neck or spinal injury.” Hearing that Jamie might have a neck or spinal injury worries everyone. They work with caution, anticipating aid to arrive.

[iwritewhump]

"You've never understood how important to me this is." | crumbling building

whumptember day 2

757 words

...yeah i'm not really sure what this is

warnings: being paralyzed, character death

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The dying sunlight filters through the fallen blinds and warms Villain's face as he lies on a slab of cracked cement. Particles of dust float through the air, catching the rays, making each speck look like a star in the night sky.

Villain breathes weakly, unable to move. He can feel his cracked ribs shift with every breath and, possibly more worrying, he can't feel his legs.

He should be in excruciating pain, the roof caved in on him and he could feel the jagged edges of the support beams tear into him. He screamed, twisted in agony, and then felt…nothing.

Superhero stands over Villain, boot on his chest. He leans over until his face is right over Villains and he smiles.

"I have an old friend with me. Wait here." Superhero says as he smiles cruelly and drives the heel of his shoe into Villain's chest and stands up. "Not that you could go anywhere."

His ears ring, as he tries to focus on Superhero's footsteps, to try and keep the ringing at bay, but the harder he focuses, the louder the ringing gets.

"Honeyy~" Superhero taunts, stepping back into Villain's field of view. "We're back."

He nudges someone standing next to him, just outside of Villain's eyeline, and clears his throat. "You can open your eyes now."

The figure steps into view and Villain sobs, "Go away."

Hero opens her eyes and her hands fly up to her mouth, "Oh my god!" She runs up to him and falls to her knees. "What happened?"

She hovers over him, hands shaking anxiously as she cups his face. She smiles sadly and tears fall down her cheek onto his face.

Villain makes a guttural sound, deep in his throat and turns his face into her hand.

"What happened?" she asks again, using the pad of her thumb to wipe a tear off of his cheek.

Superhero stands behind her and puts a hand on her shoulder. "You know him?"

Hero shrinks under him, retreating into herself and trying to pull her shoulder out from under his hand. Tears flow from her eyes as she looks over Villain. Her mouth opens, then closes.

She stares into Villain's eyes and sniffles.

Hero…" Superhero says in a warning tone. "Do you know him?"

Villain stares back at her and shakes his head, barely enough for her to feel it with her hands still cupping his face.

"No," she says finally, falling back on her heels and pulling her hands away from his face. "I just…" she looks at Villain and wipes her nose with the sleeve of her shirt. "I've never seen-"

"Save it." he cuts her off and digs his fingers into her collarbone, pulling her to her feet. "I know."

She turns to look at him and takes a step back, heel pushing against Villain's arm. "Know what?" she takes a deep, steadying breath and stands tall. "I've just never seen someone's legs…" she looks over her shoulder and shudders. "I've never seen someone's legs bent like that."

"Don't lie to me!" Superhero bellows. He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. "I know you know him because I found the letters!"

She stumbles backward, tripping over Villain and falls on top of him. She scrambles backward and tries to get back on her feet.

"You-"

Superhero lunges over Villain and grabs her ankle in one hand. He pulls her closer to him and lifts her into the air.

"The entire time I've been training you." he spits, grabbing around her waist and turning her to face him. "You've been sending love letters to him!"

Hero shakes her head and puts one hand on his leg to steady herself.

"Don't deny it," Superhero snarls, dropping her on the ground. "You've never understood how important our mission is. All these months, we've been training to kill him. And you're, what? In love with him?" He pulls her next to Villain by the hair and shoves her head down on the concrete.

She moans in pain and rolls onto her side. Villain's eyes stare back.

"Oh my god," she whispers to herself. Bile rises in her throat and she raises a hand to cup his cheek.

"Oh," Superhero says, bending down over Hero and chuckling. "Is he dead?"

Hero pulls herself closer to him and throws her arms over him, pulling him closer against herself.

With his head tucked into her chest and her arms wrapped around him, Villain could almost look like he's asleep.

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[tomorrowusa]

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A crumbling building is a fit metaphor for a crumbling administration.

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