"Copy, Delta. Retrieve the ghost."
"Copy, en route."
A weight clasped onto his shoulder and a knife dug inward under his throat. Red lines followed by a red cascade rushing down his suit. Delta grabbed the knife hand, ripped off the enemy's gasmask, spun and sank his gun into his eye socket and pulled the trigger. The blade launched out of his hand and slid across the floor. Delta's eyes rose, following the spinning blade. It slowed and pointed to the left. In a veil of darkness, vibrant green eyes pulsed and beckoned the support.
A bullet pierced the back of his head. He tilted forward and hit the floor as a smashed pumpkin. The ghost's eyes pulsed and spiraled hypnotically. Delta watched, straining his eyes up, unable to move. His perspective faded. Her lips turned to a frown and formed the words 'help me'.
Fire burned in Delta. Adrenaline rose him to shaking legs. He fell on his first step and crawled to the ghost. His eyes grew dimmer as he reached his hand out, yet still out of reach. A boot slammed down on his hand. An enemy soldier pointed a automatic shotgun and unloaded three shells.