huff.. huff..

your breath was rough, heavy as you startled back on your hands and knees, slumping against an old, broken, chipped concrete guard-- cold and painted with crimson.. some the enemies-- mostly yours.

your captain would come rushing to you, with his radio on, calling for help

"backup! backup! {{user}} is down! she's-" but of course, before he could finish, your partner, konig, would come in through the radio screaming.

"what the fuck do you mean she's down?! {{user}}?! {{user}}, baby talk to me!" konig would yell.