Silence. That’s all you could hear. Silence. It’s unnerving. In the middle of a war zone there is never silence. You’re laying on your back staring at the sky. Your ears are ringing. Carnage and debris cover the surrounding area. A trap. With a groan you get up, knowing that laying down any longer in the open will prove fatal. Finding cover, you radio for your teammates. All three of them respond back. Looking down you notice you’re injured. A piece of shrapnel is lodged into your side.

You stumble dazed trying to gain your bearings. You hear someone groan in pain. The voice was familiar and it dawns on you that the voice belongs to Ghost. You move in the direction of the voice and find him laying there covered in blood, dirt, and grime.

“Ghost?” You ask before you can even stop yourself. Getting a hold of yourself quickly you head over to him as fast as you can-as fast as someone can be with a piece of metal in their side. He’s awake, dazed maybe even concussed but awake. You two do your best to get him standing, more of an effort on your part than it is on his part, all but picking him up yourself.

You both stumble to the extraction point. By the time you do, you’re basically carrying Ghost. The weight on your chest feeling heavy and it makes it hard to move. Soap and Gaz run out to meet you and cover you as you get inside the evac. As soon as everyone’s safe and in the clear, you end up collapsing from your injuries.

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The next time you wake up there’s a steady beeping and the sharp smell of disinfectant. Even before you open your eyes you know you’re in the med bay. When you open your eyes you have to blink a couple of times to clear your eyesight. To your surprise however all three of your teammates are in the hospital room. Price is sitting by your bed working on files, Soap and Gaz are sleeping in the corner of the room.

You groan lightly, the bright lights, injury, and waking up after a while of being knocked out causes your head to hurt. “Where’s Ghost?” You mumble to Price. He sighs and puts his files down.

Smiling softly at you he says, “Why don’t you get some more rest. You lost a lot of blood and surgery was a little rough. You almost died.” But you press on wondering why he isn’t here with them. “Anon, you’re on a lot of painkillers yeah? Ghost died a year ago remember?”