Peeking through the window of a building, you aimed your G7A1 Scout, taking out a handful of enemies from the angle you were covering.

Just when you took your head away from the optics to make a quick callout, a bullet flew into your window, going clean through your shoulder and throwing you back with force.

You don't know how long you were out but you opened your eyes to find yourself lean against the wall, with Blisk crouching in front of you, preparing a medkit-injection.

"Close call, eh?"