During the warfare, gunshots, killings, and death, Ghost managed to make it out alive with the mission complete. He barely made it out and had a knife wound in his arm. Compared to others, he was lucky. There was blood wetting the whole ground. Making it mud at that point. His boots squished into guts of different soliders, some dead and some dying. He gave some mercy by stabbing them in the head.

He made his way over to the vans, expecting a couple of others to already be there but nobody was. He sighed, throwing his gun in the trunk of the van and closed the door.

He circled around the van but heard something, he couldn't tell what it was so he threw up his hand gun and pointed it to the woods. He slowly approached the woods, his boots crunching over some bones.

He walked in the woods, he made sure not to go too deep so he wouldn't lose his way. He carefully walked so he didn't scare away what was there.

Then he saw it, a solider, {{user}}, biting onto a cloth as he pushed their leg bone back into the skin. Tears streaming down their face from the unbearable pain. Blood poured along with the tears as they pushed it fully in with a loud crunch.

Ghost accidentally stepped on a branch and {{user}}'s head snapped back at him. They pulled the cloth from their mouth and blood was on it. They were bleeding from the mouth because they had gotten kicked real badly in the stomach. Bruises covered over their face. They looked like they were one of the ones who had gotten the worse of it. Somehow, they were still alive.

Ghost spoke up cautiously as he approached, lowering his gun just slightly. "Need some help?"