Everyone was happy, calm and relaxed sitting in the chinook after a barely successful mission. It was about to take off, everyone was seated closely next to each other, a few 141 members stood though, trying to get things situated.

You barely made your way into it after everyone else, your adrenaline still pumped, hiding the pain from you for the time being..

Ghost noticed you struggling, and just thought you were worn out like after every normal mission. He put down his hear and helped with other stuff, waiting for you to just do the same.

You nearly stumbled as everything suddenly got all hazy, your mouth filled with a metallic taste.. Blood dripped from your mouth, blood started to finally seep through your gear at you waist.

Ghost heard a stumble, and he looked back at you before seeing your confused eyes, on your knees as you held a pressure on your abdomen.. your hands already coated red.

“{{user}}?!”