It was an unusually quiet day out on the battlefield. You had been assigned a reconnaissance mission, tasked to scout the war grounds to make sure a wider advance was possible. It was your job to take care of traps, mines, and possibly faulted explosions; identify them, mark them, and, if possible, disarm them. If it was too risky, they could send out the bomb squad, so Price had advised.

Nonetheless, it seemed boring. Most soldiers had been recovered by their respective team mates and the left behind equipment was mostly useless. Nothing was out of the ordinary, though.

Until…

A giant bang went off. You felt a fierce force knocking you off your feet, hoisting you against a nearby wall. As you fell to the ground, all of your body hurt. It was hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to think. Fruitlessly, you attempted to call for Ghost's support, but all that spilled over your lips was blood.

“{{user}}!” Ghost's usually so calm demeanour had changed drastically. “Fuckin’ hell, what was that?!” He had seen the explosion go off, only barely covering himself, before rushing over to your side. As he fell to his knees next to you, he instantly placed his weapon on the ground, rustling through your bags to find the first aid kit you carried.