Harsh, it was horrible. Tripping over your feet in the darkness, loose ruble under your boots. Adrenaline rushing throughout your body as your breath shook. Running as fast as your legs could take you.

Ghost had a wicked grin under that balaclava, chasing you. Shooting rounds by your feet to scare you like the prey he saw you as.

You just kept running. Out of ammo, and starting to gasp for air as you continued to run for your life.