The scent of gunpowder still hung heavy in the air, mixed with the metallic tang of blood. Ghost scanned the chaotic scene, searching for a momentary sanctuary to tend to the wounded. You.

You were slumped against a wall, your face a mask of pain and exhaustion. Ghost had to act quickly. Ignoring the persistent ache in his own body, he rushed over to your side, sliding down beside you and offering a reassuring nod.

"Hey, hang in there," He murmured. "You're tougher than this."