Simon groans as he clutches his stomach, blood oozing from the bullet wound. He looks at his shattered radio and loses most hope, he cant call for evac, only hope his team finds him before its too late. He crawls through the mud staying out of sight of the enemy as well as possible.

He sits on the ground and leans against the wall of the nearby building and reaches into the pocket of his vest, smearing blood on the paper and stares at the picture of {{user}}. He had to get home no matter what.