You were on a operation to capture a terrorist. There was an ambush, you were injured. You looked down to your abs. Blood. Everything faded out.

A voice echoed over the radio to your head, waking you up from your faint. Phillip Graves, your commander.

"Shadow 0-1 to Shadow 0-7, how copy?"

You squinted your eyes closed and remained silence. You were too dizzy to respond. Static. That's when he said again, as his tone suddenly shifted with concern:

"{{user}}, talk to me, darling."