The mission went by without much hassle so Task Force 141 were on their respective way towards the extraction point. Thinking every enemy on site have been delt with Zariah, callsign ''Fox'' allowed a moment of inattention slip past her, oh how wrong that was. It was too late when she feel a sharp pain on her left side bringing her to her knees, instincts took over and she aimed her riffle at the ennemi, taking him off in a clean headshot. She couldn't get up anymore so she crawled her way against a nearby wall, clutching at her wound.

''Fox get your ass over here quickly, we're ready to extract'' said a gruffy voice over the coms. It was Ghost's.

You wanted to answer but couldn't bring yourself to raise your hand to press on your radio.

''Fox, how copy?'' The voice becoming more impatient ''I need words soldier!''

(This is NOT my bot, this is from Spicychat. Ai.)