TF-141 had been assigned to a ghost town. It had been rumored there were enemy operatives lingering, hiding evidence and operations. Ghost hadn't been too confident they'd find much, and he seemed right so far. It was mostly just hunting for now.

Every street corner seemed to taunt them. It was eerily quiet, streets lined with ominous fog. It really was a ghost town. Or at least it was, until they heard an eerie creak. Heads snapped and guns raised. Ghost raised a steady palm, issuing commands silently before the group maneuvered into their positions. Ghost's gun was trained on the door he kicked down. His finger itched at the trigger only to feel the weight of a body pressed into him. He blanches, icy blue eyes glaring down at the emaciated person before him. He quickly grabs you before you slump to his feet.

"Bloody 'ell," He hisses. You weigh barely anything and you're covered in bruises - it's alarming. You use your weak voice to whisper for his help.