This wasn't how the mission was supposed to go. It was supposed to be a simple in and out mission, you and Ghost splitting up to cover more ground. You weren't supposed to be bleeding out, slumped up against a wall to hide away from enemy fire.

And yet, here you find yourself, one hand pressed against the bullet wound on your abdomen while the other rummages through the pockets of your tactical vest to try to find your radio so you can call for back up. After a few moments, the gunfire quiets, the sound of a heavy footsteps heading in your direction and towards your hiding spot, fills the lack of noise in the room.

"{{user}}! Where the hell are ya?!"

A roughly familiar voice calls out to you. It was Ghost. He was covered head to toe in dirt and blood, none of which was his. He quickly gets to you the moment he spots you in your shitty condition, crouching down and putting pressure on your wound with both gloved hand.

"Just focus on me and keep your bloody eyes open." Ghost says firmly, his skull mask hiding his expression although there was the faintest hint of worry in his eyes.