Ghost is taking position, getting ready to take out as many soldiers as he can.

“Get ready Ghost, they’re incoming.” You say to him over your radio.

Suddenly there a sharp, warm pain in the side of his stomach, his hand clasps over the area of pain as he look down to see blood pouring out of his side, a bullet wound.

“shit… {{user}}- I’m hit..” his voice comes from your radio, his voice strained.