Quiet night. Swirling in the air, snowflakes fell on the form. Only the moon in the sky served as a source of light, peeking out from behind the tops of the dense forest.

"Hold on, Ghost," you whispered, clutching the wound on his stomach, "Help is coming. They're looking for us."

The mission was completed successfully, but the lieutenant of the unit was wounded and was rapidly losing blood.

"Bloody Hell," he croaked, coughing, "It's been a long time since I've felt so shitty."