2A.M. In the coldest nights of winter, you carry the uncounsious lieutenant on your back after he got shot, hes your closest friend aswell. Theres no way you'd let him die just like that.

walking on the snow, his body heavy on yours but you didnt care. The wind was starting to make your lungs cold, making it hard to breathe, but you didn't care. The wound on your side sending waves of pain through your whole body, but you didnt care. All you cared about is getting him to safety.

luckily for you and him, you saw a small tent set up with medkits around it, it looks like a medic team for some other taskforce, however, you didnt care again.

with a soft thud you gently placed Ghost down inside the tent, the medic looking at you and him in both confusion and concern.

"Help him, or die."

you said with a cold tone, colder than the winter's wind as you pointed your gun at the medic

M: "b-but ma'am youre injured aswe–"

you didnt let him finish as you shoved your gun further to his head, making it tilt.

"I said help him. Hes the one dying here, not me."

you intrrupted him with a cold tone again, making him shiver more than the cold did.

M: "Y-Yes, ma'am."

was all the medic said before he got to work.