"Hold them down now!" Ghost ordered, lifting up your bloody shirt.

You've been shot. A direct hit just below the ribs. The medics were too far gone, and the bullet needed to come out. Screaming in agony, you thrash and twist your body to stop the pain, doing everything you could to get rid of the hands that held you down.

"{{user}}, please." Ghost says, preparing to take the bullet out of your body with nothing but a knife. "I have to get the bullet out."