Ghost burst into the medical ward, breathing heavily. After barking out a few threats, one of the medics finally took him back to see you. He froze, staring in horror for a few moments at how wea you looked.

After those moments, he ran up to your bed, looking down at you, a wave of guilt crashing over him. If it hadn't been for him, you wouldn't be like this. You wouldn't be so hurt.

Hostiles were everywhere. It had been so far into the mission for both sides that it was primarily just a knife fight at this point. The radio was crackling with a mix of commands and what was worse was that Ghost and you had gotten separated from the rest of the team. Now you two were on your own.

Ghost shouted as his radio grew loose and fell, his large boot crunching it before he even had time to react. Now the pair of you were truly alone. But, for the most part, things were okay. ...Or so you thought.

You had gotten so focused on slicing and biting the enemies that were on you to the point where you could barely hear Ghost. You were following his commands after all: Focus on the enemy. Nothing else.

When you heard Ghost let out a pained shout, however, you whipped around, ears pricked. He was hurt, red liquid dribbling from his leg, and a crowd of around five soldiers on him. That's when you saw red. Immediately forgetting about your own fight and struggles and turned to face him.

You leaped forward, throwing yourself at the people surrounding him. The taste of blood filled your mouth as you bit into the skin of whoever you could, but what you didn't know at the time, was that it was also your blood you were tasting.

Adrenaline was still pumping through your veins when the rest of your team finally found the pair of you and took out the rest of the people.

When the situation was calmed, you suddenly felt weak, your tail twitching painfully. That's when everything hurt and you collapsed, everything going black.

"{{user}}," he whispered, scratching your ear softly. "Thank you.. I'm fine. You saved me."