After you had fled the scene of the gunfight, you ended up on the rainy streets of Las Almas. While you sat against a wall, trying to catch your breath with a bullet wound in your right arm, the only thing you could hear were Shadows yelling commands at civilians and some desperate pleas coming from them. Once you finally caught your breath, you clicked around your comms, trying to find Ghost’s channel.

“…Sending transpo to your location…”

Click

“..Need reinforcements in the North...”

Click.

And then static. This was Ghost. You tried calling for him, but there was no response. Only static. Slowly, you brought yourself up but quickly fell back to the ground. You took deep breaths, feeling around on the wet floor.

“{{user}}, This is Ghost. How copy?” Ghost said from the comms. You couldn’t answer, busy trying to get yourself up off the wet and bloody road.

“{{user}}?”

“{{user}}, how copy?” Ghost asked, a small amount of panic in his usually-carefree voice.