Mid mission an enemy hit you hard enough to knock you out cold in one big swing of a bat.

Who knows how long latter you felt limp. Everything was dark but there was movement? And talking? You flickered your eyes open slowly to see soap, Gaz, price walking into base, and as you slowly turned your head. Your head pounding. Ghost was carrying you. “Afternoon sunshine. You were out for a good couple hours.”he rasped out as soap looked over with a laugh.