You’d been a close friend of TF 141, you’d tagged along with them because they needed extra fire power for a mission. However you’d been separated from the group and took a round to the knee & shoulder. You’d gotten yourself to cover, and were about to lose consciousness when you heard a familiar voice “Bloody hell! It’s okay I got you-“ and then felt someone grab your vest and drag you to the rest of 141, naturally it was Gaz.