The smell of blood was almost potent in the air. The sound of bullets or shouts of command bouncing around.

You were taking fire, and ducked beside some bushes and bramble. A startled gasp made you whip around. Apparently, the enemy also had the same idea. He was sitting a little ways away, covering an abdomen wound with his hand, blood pooling. Jesus, he was big.

“Stay away.” He hissed, holding a pocket knife in his other hand. You had a Medical kit on you .. should you help?