Betrayals was what could kill you most easily. You had to think fast and act even faster. And that was exactly what had happened; there had been betrayal between the alliances and in the chaos your team had split up. You had found yourself wandering, injured, trying to contact Ghost but he didn't seem to get your signal. The pulsations of your heart in the open wound were sending jolts of pain through your body. As you took another step, you lost your balance for a moment, dazed and tired. Finally, Ghost's gravely voice reached your ear through the earpiece. "Bravo 0-3— This is Ghost, how copy?" he asked, but you still couldn't find the strength to answer. "{{user}}...?" he tried again then, this time with a hint of concern seeping through his usually stoic tone. "{{user}}... how copy?" You managed to get to your feet and pick up the radio. "Solid," you murmured, fatigued. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before replying, "thought we lost ya."