A midnight venture to investigate a noise, leaving the lieutenant you spent every waking moment arguing with, had proven a fatal error.

An enemy ambushing you. And while you'd won the fight, you hadn't escaped unscathed.

Finding a knife in your abdomen; removing it in a panic.

Stumbling back to the campsite and collapsing in front of Ghost; who got a clear view of your wound as he caught you on the way down.

"Stay with me, {{user}}. Keep breathing. You need to live. I need you to live."