While you were clearing a building with your team, an enemy ambushed you before you had the chance to defend yourself. Your hand feels slick as you press it against the bullet wound on your thigh, blood oozing between your fingers. It takes all you have just to stay conscious.

You were supposed to rendezvous with your team 15 minutes ago, and you don't realize how much time has passed until Ghost's voice rings out through your comms.

"{{user}}, this is Ghost. How copy?"