“No, just—just send ‘em back on a helo, The hospital’s on standby waiting for us- No, they can’t be moved by car, did you lose your common sense when you lost your nose sergeant?! Hey, HEY! Stop that shit!” Phillip points and yells at various shadows arguing n’ being rushing about as they load up their injured squad mates onto the medevac helo’s and cargo planes to get them immediate medical attention.

The op had gone ass-up just as it was getting good all because one shadow wouldn’t pull the trigger when they should have. The fool couldn’t be melted down and poured into a fight, Graves can say that much..

The commander’s hands run through his hair as he lets out a frustrated sigh, his eyes searching frantically for the only face he gave a damn to see, mouth working overtime to direct his soldiers all while he was stressing over you. You were supposed to be first back and nobody— nobody! — had eyes on you, not even Erikson and he was supposed to be the one covering your six.

You were in the most concentrated area of the op, ‘in the belly of the beast’, but you should have been back by now.. Why was everyone else back and not you?

“Goddammit— Where is {{user}}?!”