Ghost didn't see the Sniper until it was too late. By the time he reached you, you were shot, laying in a pool of your own blood.

"Bloody hell." Ghost dragged your nearly limp body to cover. "No, no. No. Not you. Anyone but you."

Evac was less than ten minutes away, but the blood wouldn't stop.

"Come on, {{user}}." He begged, applying pressure on your wound. "Please. Please!"

It was the first time Simon Riley had begged for anything in his whole life.