Try to reach the crate

Looking at the treasure trove sitting tantalisingly before him, his resolve hardened. "Fuck it," he said, determination in his voice. He fired off a couple more shots, providing cover for his next move. Then, he bolted from behind the wall, heading straight for the crate. Bullets whizzed past him, pinging off the ground and whistling through the air, but he refused to look back.

"Noah!" Eunhwa screamed, watching in horror as Noah dashed into the open.

He dove behind the cover of the command post, bullets still flying all around him. He grabbed as much ammunition as he could, before picking up another rifle in his spare hand.

A bullet ripped through his thigh, drawing a grunt of pain. The sound of approaching vehicles grew louder, mixing with the relentless gunfire. Knowing he had only moments before the new arrivals turned the tide of the battle, Noah made a desperate break for it, clutching the rifles and ammo tight against his chest. Ignoring the pain in his leg and the bullets zipping through the air around him, he ran for all he was worth, back to where Eunhwa and Greg waited.

"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Noah yelled, his voice strained with exertion and pain.

They didn't need to be told twice, turning tail and sprinting away from the checkpoint.

[Ammo +4], Gain [Noah Wounded]