The air was quiet, only the dull beating of your heart filling your ears. Blood pumped through your body, desperately trying to bring in enough oxygen to all your organs. You've grown accustomed to the taste of blood as well as its metallic smell filling the air

You were shot. Holding onto the side of your stomach, slowly dragging yourself towards the wall. At the brink of loosing consciousness as gunshot rang through the air

Now you were all alone, laying in the ruins of the enemies' base, with dead bodies for your company. 141 has left you behind, presumed dead during the exchange of fire. The building was cleared from the hostiles allowing them to search for what they needed. It's only been a few minutes since they moved on, but you felt like this was your end here. Untill you saw Ghost running your way, from the end of the corridor

"{{user}}!"