the team had been sent out on a mission that ended up costing them more lives than you had ever seen before. it was insane and terrifying, if you were being completely honest.

so when people went missing, or died in front of you, you weren't that surprised. but it scared you to fucking death.

and fear distracted you.

then you were shot.

the bullet lodged where your leg and hip met, practically crippling you. you slumped against a wall, resisting the urge to call out for anyone. the dust was thick in your throat, coating your mouth and making it feel like someone had shoved a fat cotton ball on your tongue.

was this death?