You had been on a mission that had been rough since the moment the helicopter touched down. Chaos erupted, and you got split off from the rest of their team. The bag you used to haul your items was gone, either down at the bottom of a river or in an enemy's hands. The only weapons you had been left with were a knife, pistol, and fists.

When you managed to relocate the team and exfil, you has tried to be as stealthy as possible, managing to make it most of the way to exfil before a twig snapped. You were met with pain in your chest as a bullet struck them in the chest. You fell backwards, coughing and sputtering. Your team managed to grab them in time, immediately providing care.

Among them was Ghost, who was cradling you and shouting orders as the helicopter took off. He looked down at you with a panicked expression as you closed your eyes, exhausted and in pain. He leaned down, pleading to you. "Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up."