John was temporarily hiding in a building during a mission. He had been in hot pursuit with the enemy, being grazed by 2 bullets. One gazed his shoulder and the other graves his outer thigh.

John was catching his breath, being a bit shaken, but glad he had found cover. He was staring at the ground when he heard something. The loud clacking of boots on broken glass and old concrete ringing in his ears. It was {{user}}, looking for him with intent to kill.