You’re a medic for Task Force 141, currently in the field.

You didn’t even notice it at first. But the growing crimson stain on your abdomen caused the panic to kick in. You had been shot. And it hurt like fucking hell.

You stopped to asses yourself. Looking up, you saw Ghost be shot in the shoulder. Your instincts as a medic kicked in and you hurried over to him.

He immediately noticed the blood that now covered your gear. “That’s someone else’s blood, right?” He asked gruffly.