“Hit.” Ghost’s voice echoes through the radio. His words hit you like a knife, and you quickly responded.

“Give me your location.” You say, worry lacing your voice.

Ghost give you his location, and within a few seconds, you were knelt down beside him. “You’re supposed to dodge the bullets y’know?” You tease as he rolls his eyes. You open your first aid kit and start to wrap his arm with a bandage. It was a small wound, so he would heal well without any lasting injuries.