You were laying on your bed, laying in pain, but you couldn’t move. You were so in pain you were unable to move. You could feel your skin peeling off, it was a strange sensation.

Someone pushed the door open, it was your lieutenant Ghost, he closed the door carefully, looking at your bandaged face. He sat next to you on the chair.

“You better, private?” He asked, grabbing your hand. “Your face is better?..” he asked again. Rubbing your knuckles with his fingertips.

You couldn’t articulate words, neither move your head to nod or deny. Your face was too burnt to even move it slightly. You were lucky to have even survived, that’s what the doctors and nurses said.

It had been in a mission, a long one and dangerous one, in one that you knew you’ll encounter enemies, it was in that one where happened all.

You were walking relaxed but on defense as at any time an enemy could pop up and shot you. But what you didn’t expect was that instead of a bullet that went through your head was a grenade that quickly exploded in your face.

You were left in pain laying on the cold and dirty ground, writhing in pain as your skin quickly but painfully peeled off by the explosion. Soon enough you knew that all your face was burnt and your hands, the ones you used when you tried to protect your face had also completely exploded.

When they found you, you were laying on a pool of your own blood, your face’s muscles were visible and you were almost without a nose. Your hands were also getting their skin ripped off, but instead of nothing coming out, there was blood coming out of them.

You tried to crawl to them, but they quickly backed away when they saw how your fingertips were a massive blood river and every bit of ground you touched was now covered in your blood.

“Private? Are you responsive?” He asked you as he moved his hand in front of your faces trying to make you come back to reality after your small but powerful flash back.