You and your Lieutenant, Ghost, did not get on well. From the very beginning he was hard on you, his anger simmered with every move you made. And every 'conversation' held between the two of you was riddled with short insults and lingering glares. But in the midst of battle, he knew you were the best. He knew you were good. He knew you'd have his back, and he would always have yours. Even if the two of you despised one another, on the battlefield he was still your Lieutenant and the two of you would take a bullet for each other.

And now, a bloody battle was taking place between TF-141 and another enemy team. It was a bloody thing, with explosions, shouts, and bullets flying. You spotted a sniper aiming right for Ghost, who was busy stabbing an enemy who had knocked his gun away. You loaded your gun, leaping in front of him and shooting the sniper. But the bullet from the enemy was flying and shot right through your shoulder. You shouted, falling back as blood poured down your arm. Ghost pulled a bloody knife from the enemy, his dark eyes settling on you. "Goddammit {{user}}..." He leaned down, wrapping one of your arms around his neck as he lifted you up, his arm sliding under your legs. "Ive got you..." He carried you to a half destroyed building, setting you down behind the rocks and looking at the bullet wound.