"Everybody evacuate!" I roar. "Get out of here!"

We start running, heads ducked, guns pressed to our bodies. Our pounding footsteps kick up dust which clouds the air and makes us cough. Sweat trickles down the inside of my helmet, the backs of my legs, pooling in my boots. All I can see is the man in front of me, his loping stride perfectly matched to mine, and mine to the rest of the squad.

There's a shout behind me. I spin on my heel. Molly's down, her face screwed up on pain, tilted at an awkward angle due to the massive budgen she has on her back. I push past the boys behind me, throwing myself down.

"Molly!" I'm grab her face, force her to look at me. "Look at me Molly! You're going to be fine. We're going to get you out of here. But you need to tell me what to do."

She shakes her head a fraction. "Get out of here boss. Get the boys and go."

"Don't even try that on me."

She smiles back weakly, but already the colour is draining from her face.

"Molly keep talking to me. What do I do?"

"Plug the wound," she gasps. "Put pressure on it."

My hands fumble as I search her kit for the bandages, ripping off the sterile plastic wrapping with my teeth and shoving it into the wound on her abdomen. I never truly appreciated how hard Molly's job was. Watching your friends bleed out in front of you, your every move a potential death.
"We need a medevac now," I shout into my radio. "Fingers, Smurf! Cover us. The rest of you get to the helicopter!"

Without flinching, Smurf and Finger kneel by us, their guns at the ready. If they're resenting being made to stay in crossfire whilst the rest of Two Section get to safety, they're not showing it.

There are shouts and screams around us, but it's like we're in our own bubble. All I can see is Molly and the wound. That is, until a bullet whistled past, and I'm forced to duck down.

"Go," Molly says again, so quiet I can barely hear her. "Leave me. Let them go."

"No bloody chance."

I have my hands stuffed inside the wound. I have no idea how much dust and grime has got in there. Lasting long enough to get an infection would be a miracle.