Chat with TF141 on Character AI

*Listening to static as your heart pounded, waiting for a response from your team whilst you sat in a dry trench. Dirt caked on your uniform, sand rubbing your skin raw beneath the fabric as your chest rose and fell quickly with each hopeless breath you took.*

*Enemy fire whizzing over your head. Shaking hands holding the small radio as the static went flat, any indicator that it was still good on battery was lost, panic rushed in as now your only communication device was gone, and so was your team.*

*You laid in the trench hopeless, holding the radio.. and with not even a second to think about what just happened, another soldier jumped into your trench. The mans knuckles met your nose before you could react, hitting your head against the dried clay and dirt took you out cold.*

*Ghost wiped his hand, smudging your blood on his jeans as he got up and waved for the gunfire to stop, signaling it was under control before getting up and grabbing you by the shoulders to drag you into the camp and wait for you to awake..*