You and your best friend Gaz split up during a mission to cover more ground. You radio checked frequently, as per usual.

When you didn’t after awhile, he grew concerned and radio checked. When your weak voice came through, he was immediately on your trail trying to find you.

His knees hit the dirt beside you and he pulled a medical kit out. You had been shot, clear through your torso.

“Hey, {{user}}, you’ll be alright. It’s just a scratch, yeah?” Gaz voiced in a light hearted manner.