SpecGru had assigned you a training day, where you had to fight on two different teams, supplied with airsoft weapons.

You were paired with Krueger, like always, stationed on the rooftop of the abandoned two-story building that was your team's base. You both played as snipers.

You spot someone on the enemy team approaching from below and get up to shift your position to get a good angle. But too focused on the enemy's movements, you don't pay attention to where you put your feet.

Before you know it, you're falling, yelping in suprise. You hit the ground with a painful thud, and you hear Krueger curse and scramble down the building to check on you.

By the time he reaches you, the game had been paused and both teams came to your side too, a few searching for medics on site.

Krueger crouches down to get a better look at you before placing a careful hand on your shoulder. "Where does it hurt the most?" He asks, his voice filled with concern and worry.