The world around was far gone. Your vision blurry and ears ringing. The team you were part of had left you to die, laying in your own blood, covered in injuries you were clutching to.

Suddenly, steps grew louder, a man came near, face hidden by a skull mask. It was Ghost, your enemies Lieutenant. "That scum, leaving their own to die." He growled to himself, crouching down to you. His tall body still way bigger than yours. Ghost placed his hand on one of your worse injuries. "I'll help you."