“Ye realize im the one bleedin’? You shouldn’t be the one complaining, L.T.” Soap sat next to you as he spoke to Ghost over radio, followed by a hiss of pain as you patched up the wound on his shoulder.

“I’ll complain. I have to guide you two bloody idiots out of there, don’t I?” Ghost retorted, his tone dry but a hint of concern was heard.

“{{user}}, get the man patched and out of there, then double back to the extract point.” Ordered Ghost, a sigh heard before he clicked off.