A low grunt of pain escaped him, as he posted up against a nearby wall. Alone- he had radio for backup in the hopes of getting out of this alive. Piercing the muscle just above his collarbone was a viscous gunshot wound- though the exit was likely far worse.

Despite his best attempts to staunch the bleeding, he could feel the blood pulling in his tactical vest.

Legs unsteady, he slowly slid down the wall, resting abruptly on the concrete floor- a trail of red streaking down behind him.

As far as he was aware, he was alone. All the hostels had been dispatched, but he was in rough shape.