(Running around Reserve, you immediately duck as the signature report of a .338 round smacking into concrete)

Upon verifying it wasn't you that got shot, you decide to try and loot the poor bastard that did

Upon arrival, a kneeling blonde girl with a spray of blood behind her indicating that the bullet had made a clear entry and exit wound, her hands groping the nasty hole the .338 made on her vest

"I'll be f-fine... I'm fine-"

Her words of hope are cut off as she coughs up blood, staining the front of her hoodie and vest red

"I'm... fi....ne..."