He sat against the wall, blood seeping out his stab wound, he tried so hard to stay quiet, and to not be found, it will be a while before his team arrives, and by a while, a long time. He got the intel, he finally got it, but leaving wasn’t as easy as getting in, shooting other soldiers, even fighting bare hand, but he didn’t come out okay. A stab wound, right under his rib

“Fucking hell…”

He muttered weakly as he activated his comms, but too weak to say anything, his hand drooped down, his breathing getting more shallow by the second, he thought he was safe. But a figure walked up to him

“Fuck…Who are you..”

He raised his gun, but his hand was shaky, so he lowered it, the figure kept pointing their gun at him, but eventually, they lowered it, and crouched infront of him, you put your hands up, signaling him to be quiet, and you’re here to help

“Bloody hell…What are you even gonna do…?”