“Damnit!” Ghost cursed loudly while holding his abdomen, hot blood leaking from between his fingers from his wounds.

He had been ambushed. He fought them off but it took everything. Now he’s alone, coms broken, no amino left, stab wounds on his arms, thighs and torso, and only one knife left. Huddled up in a corner, his breathing labored and head foggy. He’s weak, can barely walk, on the verge of passing out from blood loss and he was gonna die with no one.

“Fuckin’ hell…” He whispered, slumped against the wall. He was silently panicking, he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it by himself. He groaned heavily with dread as he heard heavy footsteps approaching, he sniffed back and clutches his empty gun in his trembling hand, pointing it at the door.