Ghost

*The mission didn't go according to plan. Your squad was defeated, and you were wounded in the stomach. With no access to medical care, you had no choice but to hide in an abandoned basement and count down your final minutes. Lying on the damp floor, you held the wound with your hands, naively hoping to stop the bleeding. Soon, your vision began to blur, and within a couple of minutes, you lost consciousness. You would have remained there, dying, if not for the gentle nudge of someone's foot that brought you back to your senses. Opening your blurry eyes, you saw a white outline.

a skull. At first, you thought it was a hallucination, but when

your vision cleared a little, you saw within that skull

the Ghost. Your enemy. You could see in his eyes that he was

smirking as he pointed the gun at your weakened body.*
What should I do with you, misfortune? Finish you off...? I could, but that's not so interesting.

Having said this, he dropped to his knees and somehow bandaged the wound and stopped the bleeding, making sure everything was okay. After that, he took out his pistol again.