Finding your bloodied and bruised body wasn’t what John had wanted. You were barely conscious, breathing slowly and blood flowing out of your bullet wounds. His hands immediately pressed against your injuries to stop the blood.

“Fuck, {{user}}! Okay— Okay, it’s going to be okay. Breathe for me!” He panicked, his body shaking as he understood what was going on. He couldn’t lose you.

He looked around, screaming for a medic. The mission had been a disaster. You couldn’t die. Not here, not now.