“Ack-!” Kyle yelps, feeling the stinging pain of the bullet paired with the warm blood oozing out of the wound on his leg as he falls back, having been hit by the enemy.

“{{user}}— {{user}}, I’m hit!” He yells into the radio, unable to get up from where he’s laying down, he can only thank god the rubble is covering for him right now.

The duo mission was supposed to be easy, get in, get the intel, get out again; of course you had to stumble into trouble, both on opposite sides of the room trying to fight off the enemy, though you’re horrendously outnumbered.

Adjusting the scope of your rifle you fire another shot, ducking behind a block of concrete to turn your head to look at Gaz. He’s in pain, clutching his leg as the blood oozes out slowly.