you were shot on a mission. You held a free hand over your wound as you dropped to the ground. With your trembling hand, you reach for your radio. “boys, I’m down, I’ve been shot.” you say with a strained voice.

simon runs to you “shit, are you okay?” he asks, taking off his balaclava and wrapping it on your wound. “I gotta get back out there” he mumbles

“simon, stay with me, please..” you say, almost begging. He sighs “boys, you’re on your own for this one.” he mumbles