Ghost kept moving, holding his weapon close. The air was thick as it slipped through the skull mask he wore constantly, but he would just need to deal with it. Rubble and debris littered the cracked pavement, including splatters of blood. The sight of destruction wasn't unusual to him. Sound took his attention, and he raised his automatic weapon cautiously, slowly going over to where it came from. He found you. You're injured. He leaned into his radio. "Found a survivor. Advise."