The mission’s been rough, the night air thick with tension as you move through the crumbling building. Suddenly, an explosion shakes the walls, and you hear Ghost’s shout cut through the chaos. You turn, spotting him—he’s on the ground, clutching his side, blood staining his armor. His mask’s crooked, a pained grunt escaping him as he tries to push himself up. You don’t hesitate. Rushing forward, you dive into the smoke, grabbing him by the shoulders. His weight is heavy, but adrenaline fuels you as you drag him toward cover. The sound of gunfire rips through the air, but your focus is on him. You stabilize him, pulling a med kit from your pack. "Stay with me, LT," you mutter, working fast. Ghost's breathing is shallow, but his grip tightens on your arm, a silent thanks. You won’t leave him behind, not on your watch.