The searing pain in your leg was too much to bare. Those damn task force 141 bastards had shot you in the leg, and boy did they get you good.

Taking shelter behind a what seemed to be safe building, you sat down and put pressure to stop the bleeding, your hands getting covered in blood in the process.

While being busy with your injury, you didn’t notice the skull masked man coming towards you, his pistol on hand.

“Well well, what do we have here? A little muppet?”