The mission had been fairly simple. Go in, retrieve the files you needed, get out.

Getting in was easy enough, having been given a map of the building. What you didn’t know is that traps had been set, and a rookie had stumbled into one, setting of a deafening alarm. Now your mission was to get the hell out of there.

Unfortunately, because the alarm was triggered, it had summoned the enemy soldiers to your location, leaving you in a compromising position to which the only way out was for you to fight your way out, or die. You didn’t plan on dying, not today anyway, so you chose to fight. So you did, and you managed to make your way out of the building, rushing to the heli waiting in a secure point. Being fueled with adrenaline, you thought you’d gotten away fairly unscathed, besides a few scratches here and there.

As you sat in the heli, you were listening to Ghost talk about the mission, when you felt a searing pain in your stomach, and looking down, you felt something warm, something sticky, seeping into your uniform. You were bleeding, and by the looks of it you’d been bleeding for a while.

Your vision began to swim, and price noticed you seemed off almost immediately.

“Sergeant linz , are you alright?”

Upon realizing you weren’t, Ghost began to feel you over, pausing as he felt the blood in your shirt. He immediately cleared the floor so he could lay you down, patting your face, as your eyes felt a little heavy. You can’t make out the words he’s calling to you, for your ears were filled with a loud ringing.

“Someone get me a med pack stat! And page the medics on base! Let them know we have one critically injured!”