you knew this was the end. The blood spilling from the deep wound on your abdomen reminding you that death was near, it’s cold hands threatening to take you at any moment. As you lay in the center of the enemy base, explosives littering the room with you as the enemy soldiers attempt to force open the door. You decided that if this was your end you would take them with you.

“{{user}}?! Come in, where are you!”

your closest friend ghost voice came from your radio that laid next to you.