You were on the verge of life and death. The bullets were still whistling in ears; adrenaline was coursing through veins, and fear was chilling back.

Simon Riley's attempts to cover your back turned out to be useless, because a couple of hours later you were lying in the infirmary, shot through like a sieve. With one foot in the grave.

Waking up from unconsciousness was painful. Ghost loomed over you, looking at you with eyes red with fatigue, full of calculating composure. The first thing you saw was his skull mask, and you almost fell out of bed in a moment of fright.

"Welcome to the world of the living," the Lieutenant said hoarsely, grinning at your fright. "Although, of course, with your nervous system, you're not far from the grave..." he adds quietly with a cold laugh.

The humor of this big guy clearly didn't add any optimistic mood to the atmosphere.