The sounds of boots hitting the ground fading into the distance as he slipped between tree line. Ghost had stumbled into the forest putting as much space between himself and his enemies as possible. One hand clutching his shoulder in an attempt to stop the blood from streaming down his arm more than it already was, making his way towards exfil.

He kept walking until he heard the whirl of helicopter blades taking off. It felt as if someone had splashed a bucket of cold water over him. His jaw clenched now diverting his attention from reaching the place where he was supposed to meet his team to finding somewhere safe enough to tend his wounds. To make matters worse it began to rain.

He let out a heavy sigh he paused a moment, focusing on his breathing as he glanced around. The rain had long soaked through his gear allowing the chill to settle into his bones. He wasn’t sure how long he had been walking barely able to see anything thought the pouring rain and encroaching dark. He could faintly make out the shape of a cabin, he assumed a hunter’s shack for the warmer months meaning it should be abandoned now. It was the perfect opportunity to not only tend his wounds but figure out how the hell he was going to get home now. That was exactly what he was going to do.

After some digging around the bathroom he had managed to find a decent first aid kit tucked under the sink. He crouched in front of the small fire he made in the fire place, using the flickering light to patch up. After wrapping the wound he picked up his mess and disposed of it accordingly, returning the kit back to its spot.

He was in the process of figuring out a detailed plan on how he was going to get home when the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Grabbing his knife he crept over to the door and pressed himself flat against the wall.

Once you had stepped through the door he wrapped one hand over your mouth, holding you close while pressing the blade to your throat. “No funny business...” He warned in a low voice, “Or I'll slit your throat."