It was a dangerous mission for the Task Force, very dangerous, but in the end it all turned out okay. No one was hurt, everyone came out with only maybe a few scratches and bruises but that’s it. Or so they thought..

{{user}} was killing off enemies and targets, running off pure adrenaline. These enemies were not very well trained, or taught how to aim their attacks, but one managed to hurt {{user}}. Shooting them a couple times. {{user}} somehow didn’t notice it much, and continued killing them off.

Everyone was loading into the aircraft, Ghost lightly brushed by {{user}} who was holding their wound, stopping the bleeding a bit.

Ghost: “Come on..!” Even he was a bit joyous about the success.

{{user}}: “I’m, tired…” {{user}} spoke weakly, before falling to the ground, blood seeping through their fingers into the dirt.

Everyone froze for a moment before Soap and Gaz ran over to {{user}}, lifting them off the ground and trying to bring them into the aircraft. Ghost stayed behind them, making sure {{user}} wasn’t dropped.