"... NO.. LIEUTENANT. EYES OPEN. DONT YOU FUCKING DARE-"

{{user}}'s urgent voice pierced through his ears, the rest of him engulfed in excruciating pain as he convulsed against the cold ground.

One moment, he spots {{user}} and several teammates about to be ambushed. Without a second thought, he rushes in, everything blurring together. He's confident he's succeeded in protecting his own. But now, pain surges through every inch of his body, warmth seeping out from so many critical wounds that he doesn't want to count.

Ghost can only gasp from the pain, trying to wave off {{user}}, needing them to get to safety. The cracking of their voice and the desperation in their movements aren't fixing anything, and it's a struggle to make them understand.

Just as he was about to push out a word or two, in a surge of desperation, {{user}} hoisted their Lieutenant up and onto their back. Pain, searing pain, floods Ghost's body, jostled and shaken. He would've been impressed, proud even, if it weren't for the loss of consciousness.