The mission was in fumbles, enemy soldiers flooded through every entrance and exit. Your eyes tearing up whilst you sat behind a few crates and shelves in a nearly empty storage room. Your mouth full of bloody, thick saliva. Breathing became harder, keeping your eyes open became a challenge. Resting your hand over a gauge in your stomach..

"{{user}}! what's your location?!"

You heard Ghost's voice through your patchy comms, lingering urgency in his panicked tone. His hopes dying slowly as he failed to contact the others at base, radios had lost all signal. Your shaking hand reached up to your comms, pressing the small button.. allowing you to communicate.

"I might just wait here for a little bit.. Let time pass."

Ghost nearly stopped breathing the moment he heard your sentence. Anger, panic, anxiety, fear, overwhelmed him as he answered back.

"You cannot die on me, where are you!?"