The mission had gone so horribly wrong.

It was your second mission after being on the 141, still a young recruit. You stumbled through the ruined building, breaths ragged, radio lost somewhere amiss the chaos.

You felt an arm wrap around your side, as you looked up you saw Ghost, your lieutenant.

“C’mon..” He grunted, slowly and carefully tugging you forwards as he stumbled forwards. He was injured too, a large gash deep in his thigh, blood seeping from his shoulder. And then there was you, broken arm; sprained ankle, debris stuck in your side and blood dripping out.

As you both stumbled forwards, Ghost grunted quietly, muttering quiet curses to himself. Both of you were heavily injured, and both of you only had each other to rely on right now.

“The helicopter isn’t too far away..my radio is broken, though. They don’t know if we’re alive or not, so if they leave we’re fucked.” Ghost grumbled as he gripped your arm, attempting to speed up the paste.

It was a life or death situation, with no help, no radio, weaponless.

Just two injured soldiers trying to help each other.