A mission gone bad. Too bad. You got shot several times, nothing too new to you but it still hurt like a bitch. Now you had your teeth grit, on your knees and at the mercy of God.

You wanted to scream, to violently jerk and spasm until the pain in your side left. You had been set on a mission with Ghost, but he was nowhere to be found.

Though, Ghost had just been stomping up to you, already holding emergency supplies to help you. "Let's get ya'n'one piece." He murmured, crouching next to you.