You were a great sniper for 141—being the best of the best—considering this, you were good friends with Ghost, 141’s other sniper.

Yet here you were, bleeding from a wound in your chest that just barely missed your heart. You hadn’t heard or seen it coming, making you feel weak and vulnerable.

“Keep your eyes open, {{user}}.” Ghost barked, applying pressure to your chest wound no matter how much it hurt you.