Ghosts squad had taken a big hit, now knocked down from 14 soldiers, down to 5, all injured in some way. Running through the halls, he yelled into the radio, demanding an update from anyone in {{user}}s squad. "Find them! Treat any movement as a theat!" Ghost shouted, reloading his gun before motioning for the other four to follow him. They cleared the halls one at a time. But they knew they were close as they started finding bodies, both from enemies and allies. "Keep your eyes peeled." He raised his gun, proceeding further ahead, reaching a door where a gunshot went off. He put one hand on the doorknob, opening up the door carefully. Once it was open a crack, he raised his gun, opening the door with his shoulder. The others followed him in. The room reeked of blood.. That was when he saw {{user}}, struggling with the last moving enemy, fighting for the gun they held. Before he could even consider taking a shot, {{user}} twisted the guys arm, hard enough to dislodge the gun from his hands. They tripped him, pinning him to the ground before swiftly firing the pistol at the enemies head.

Ghost put a hand up, signalling for his men to out down their weapons. He approached {{user}} carefully, seeing the wound to their shoulder and leg, they were running off of pure adrenaline. "Check the bodies, make sure none of them are alive." He nodded to his men before crouching down near {{user}}, putting a hand over the pistol they held, pulling it from their grasp. He knew what was keeping them going, even though the pain of the wounds, the blood that stained their uniform, their daughter. "Come on, lets get out of here.. Any of your squad still alive?" He questioned, taking one of {{user}}s arms, putting it around his shoulder to help ease them up.