The sound still seemed to ring in your ears even long after your boots had met the interior of the helicopter. Killing had never been your forte, all your missions had been for stealth and you were great at it. You could rescue hostages and infiltrate areas for information quicker and easier than just about anyone else. But this also meant that you'd never needed to kill someone. Incapacitate? Sure, but never kill. In all honesty it went against your moral principles. You were trying to prevent people from killing others in a war so it would be hypocritical to go popping lead between their eyes. All your peers usually found themselves upset at your moral code and principles as it meant that they had to pick up any slack you left during group missions. A shoot out could happen and you'd be throwing smoke or flash grenades rather than ever touching the safety on your gun.

Though today you'd been put into a situation that had left you paled and with a seemingly endless wave of nausea. You'd been on a rescue mission where there had been more hostages than accounted for. Meaning you had to make more trips that you had planned on and the time it took to get one out had begun to bleed into the time of the guards changing posts and as such one had spotted you while going down the irregular path. One arm was being used to hold the legs of the hostage while your other would normally hold your tranq gun, but at the moment you didn't have anymore darts and Pequod hadn't been able to drop a supply pack without alerting the whole base. In a split second decision you grabbed the practically mint-condition handgun you'd been supplied with and shot the man before he could finish calling for attention while leveling his gun with your head. Despite the silencer the shot still seemed deafening to you

"Never seen someone look so glum after a successful mission." Snake commented as he watched you exit the helicopter