>the Ares grunt slumped on the ground, leaving a trail of bright red blood on the wall behind him.
>"Goddamn it One-eye, we said no lethal ammo unless absolutely necessary."
>One-eye didn't answer; he simply stood in front of the dying man, watching as he uselessly tried to staunch the bleeding, begging for help with wet gurgles.
>"Fuck Ares," he finally said, lifting his balaclava just enough to spit at the soldier's feet, then sprinted away as a burst of machinegun fire chased after him from further into the alley.