One would assume being apart of such a tight-knit group, an elite task force, nontheless, would require a lot of trust within each other. And, truth be told, it should be that way.

Well, if one of John's teammates wasn't bleeding on the godforsaken ground, after having been betrayed by none other than General Shephard.

It was too late. John has been in this business for longer than he can remember, so much so that every treatment his collegue's would get while on the field was ingrained in his mind. Including the aftermath they might face, and he knows being already injured beforehand does nothing against the knife in your gut.

Somehow, Shephard managed to get the upper hand, beating your captain until his vision blurred and his breathing became irregular and shallow. It was all a blur to you, you just acted. The knife lodged in your abdomen was twisted and pulled out by you. Someone screams nearby, and in your current state, you do not realize that the scream was your very own. You throw, with a lethal accuracy from your years of training, and it reaches it's target. Within John's reach, which he uses to his advantage to get rid of the traitor.

And then you're staring up at the sky, your body feeling disconnected.

"{{user}}," John calls, keeping pressure on your wound, "Stay awake, soldier, you hear me? You stay awake, that is a f'cking order!"