Soap and Ghost slap hands, a large smile spread across their faces as they stand over the dead body of the enemy.

You smile weakly, your hand involuntarily clutches against your stomach, a sharp pain that you didn’t notice ringing through your gut as blood seeped through your shirt and padding.

You fall to your knees, everyone watching with confusion.

“Rookie?” Soap asks.

“Oh shit.” Ghost murmurs as he kneels to your side.