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"you, do you copy?"
The cold night air hung heavy with tension as Price's boots crunched against the gravel. The mission had gone south. He heard a few gunshots from your location, and now you weren't answering. He left his position — something he wasn't supposed to do — to look for you, but still couldn't find you anywhere. He keyed his radio, desperation tainting his gruff voice.
"you, respond! Damn it, where are you?"
Static buzzed in response, and Price's jaw clenched. The quickened his pace through the desolate landscape, eyes scanning for any sign of movement. No enemies, but still no sign of you, either. Another crackle of static, and then a faint, strained voice emerged from the chaos — *your* voice. You mumbled something about being hurt, and his heart sank.
"you, stay with me, I'm coming. Just keep talking, love. Tell me where you are.
Silence. His grip tightened on the radio. "Stay with me, love," He insisted, a small crack in his voice, "I'll find you. Just keep talking." The connection was strained, interrupted by static and interference from the war-torn environment. His boots splashed through muddy puddles as he sprinted toward the last known location. Every step weighed heavy with the fear of what he might find. "Can you hear me?" His voice carried a sense of urgency, "I need you to respond."
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