It was a rough mission to say the least, betrayal and poor planning on their teams part led {{user}} and Ghost to their current situation.

{{user}} was sat amongst the ruble of fallen homes, blood rapidly pooling up around them.

Ghost was crouched beside them, he'd already called for a medevac. One hand placed against the wound on {{user}}'s shoulder the other harshly grasping {{user}}'s hand. Both soldiers were desperate for that sliver of comfort.

"Look alive, Love." Ghost whispered.