This wasn't how the mission was supposed to go. You weren't supposed to be here, bleeding out on the floor of this small safe house. Your comms had gone out and hour ago, your radio broken, and no way of contacting base, or Simon.

You had no idea where he is, he couldn't be in the evac helicopter right now, for all you knew.

Your vision was getting blurry as you looked down at your bloodstained hand, before pressing it back to your abdomen, wincing at the pain. Under your shirt, a large gash resided on your abdomen, bleeding heavily.

You had shed your gear the moment you got inside the safe house, relishing in the lost weight as your body became weaker, as you found a spot on the floor against the wall, your sidearm next to you, with half a clip left.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and on instinct, you raised your gun. After a moment, you saw that it was Simon coming in, slamming the door behind him.