The sound of gunfire had finally stopped, leaving an eerie stillness in the air as the last of the Nazis threw up the metaphorical white flag, throwing their weapons to the ground with the weight of their defeat. You leaned against the battered wall of a dilapidated building, catching your breath after the chaos. Adrenaline was still pumping through you, though the immediate danger had passed, and your muscles were aching.

"Hey, you alright?" You turned to Drew, who was trying to catch his breath at well. He nodded, brushing dirt from his uniform, but his smile faltered as he fully took in the sight of you.

"Am I okay? You're bleeding!" He moved closer, reaching out to lift your shirt slightly, and his expression shifted. "You're shot, you idiot!"