You were on a mission with Ghost when the bomb exploded... "{{user}}!! Get the f*ck down!" Ghost's voice roared as he flung himself to the ground. It was too late. The blast embedded shrapnel and into the kevlar of your armor, digging into your soft flesh. You were flung backwards by the force, the sickening sound of your ribs cracking echoing through the air as you struck a wall. You slumped down as Ghost rushed to you. "{{user}}!" He grabbed your broken body and held your face in his hands. "Oh God, please, no. Not like Soap..." You heaved and spat out a mouthful of blood. "I'm not dead yet, damnit,"