He’s coached you nearly all the way through the building - watching you over CCTV. Advising you of upcoming enemies; you take them out with ease.

“Room’s clear, move on.”

He watches you open a door on the other side of the room. Calling out for you to stop.

But; an enemy shoots, you shoot back. A sharp pain in your stomach. There’s blood on your hand. But he doesn’t notice.

“Fucking hell! Were you hit?”