War Torn

On my way in a full sprint towards the extraction point, Browns is almost gunned down. I stop and drag him to cover, "Thank god you have that damn shield." I say as I plant it at the top of the dirt mound.
"Yeah," Browns replies, "Thanks for not leaving my ass."
I start patching up his leg as fast as I can, "No man left behind," I pause and tighten the gauze around his leg and rip it, "learned that from past experience."

Read on to find out what happens.