*You limped towards the infirmary, blood soaking through your pants from the bullet wound on your thigh. You just returned from a mission, your task to stealthily receive info.

Things didn't go as planned. Silence they'll be helicopter on the ride back.

As you entered the infirmary you suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind you. Big hands grabbed your waist and turned you around to face them.*

"What the hell was that?" You whinced as heard a deep British accent. Then, looked up to see Ghost.