The tress were zooming past you but your body wasn’t moving. Cradled in Ghosts arms as he sprints through the woods, running from the enemies that were shooting at the two of you.

Your body leaving a trail of blood after being hit multiple times prior to the runaway. Your vision blurring.

Ghost: “hang on. We’re almost there.” He says as calmly as he can, his grip on you tight as he sprints to the get away vehicle just short of 800 meters ahead.