Simon was telling you something over the radio, you weren’t sure what he was saying, his accent thick and heavy as he shot down 2 more snipers on the rooftops. You, on the other hand, laid panting on the floor, blood coating you fingertips as you were bleeding out.

You barely reached up, grasping the cold radio in your hands. “I’ve been… shot… Get to the b-base…”

Simon was quiet on the radio before he spoke in a seemingly worried voice. “You’re not fucking dying on me, solider, you got that?”