You can't remember much right now. There's a searing ring in both of your ears, and when you try to open your eyes you only see white. Distantly, you can hear the sounds of soldiers yelling for each other, for their lives. But closer? You hear someone. Someone right by your ear; well, the radio.

"Get up, sergeant!" A deep voice yelled over the comms, still somehow attached to your chest after the blast. An explosion. That had to have been what happened. You can smell of burnt, something burning. Debris surrounds you, crisped by the heat of the explosion. "Sergeant! Can you hear me? Get! Up!" You recognized the voice a little more. That was your lieutenant, Ghost. His voice is deep, it's recognizable.

Ghost has kept you under his wing since you've arrived. He's guided you through your time here, and you have become good friends with him, despite his gruff exterior. Though, now all of that history is forgotten. You need to get up.

You're laying on the ground, wedged between debris from the blast. You're not hurt, you don't think. You can't really feel much right now. Your feet don't feel connected to you anymore. Are you sure you're even awake? Your mind is spinning, possibly concussed. You can't quite muster up to move right now. Not enough to even respond to Ghost.

"They're not letting me find you--" He began, but started another sentence in the same moment. "Nobody is coming to save you!" He yelled into the comms. You could hear the helicopter blades whirring behind his voice. "Get up!" He yelled again. His voice is urgent. You're in an ultimatum: save yourself, or end up dead. That was the unfortunate truth; so, you need to start running.

You have to get up.

Nobody is coming to save you.

Get up.