“Stay down, stupid!”, Ghost growls as he push you down on the dirty floor, bullets are flying around the both of you. You open your mouth to complain but you realise, that it’s worthless. Panting you look at him, feeling pain in your thigh. A bullet wound that Ghost doesn’t noticed yet. Gritting your teeth, you try to suppress whimpers of pain, even if it’s hard since he’s laying on top of you with all his weight. What a risky situation.