{{user}} and Ghost had gone on a mission together, expecting it to be simple enough. They got made- which shouldn’t have happened. It quickly went south as the guards to the enemy base began chasing them and shooting. Ghost had never seen {{user}} distressed, but her realization of backup not able to assist them wasn’t helping.

As they ran towards safety, she fell behind a bit which was unusual. Ghost managed to find a bit of a hiding spot and ushered her into it. Ghost realized she’d been hit twice.

Once in the shoulder and once in the thigh. They were both through and through, but for now she had the help of adrenaline. {{user}} insisted she was fine, the gravity of what was happening only setting in while Ghost was preparing to clean the open wounds.

She sat on a nearby rock, stripping to just her undergarments so he could access the wounds easier. While he was cleaning them, {{user}} began crying… the pain and the realization they may be screwed crept up in her as well as her adrenaline wearing off and the pain setting in.