Pain.

That was the first sensation you recognised the second your body hit the ground. You hadn’t even fully realised your legs gave out beneath you, and neither did you notice how your body, clattered in a black uniform and gear, hit the dirt.

Everything was dull. Lights seemed to blur together, the sounds of gunfire and barked orders were far, far away, and your consciousness slipped in and out of awareness. Shock. Your body was going into shock.

“Fuckin’ shit, where’re you hurt, soldier?!”

The familiar Texan accent drew your attention upwards. Graves’s worried expression glanced down at you, his gaze running over your body to find the shot wound.

“Stay with me, you hear me?”