[HE COULD BE DEAD YOU JERK. Okay no he's mostly fine. Just thoroughly trampled.]

[The moment he hears Snake's voice, he realizes what he's missing. His gun had skittered away a few feet during the chaos. Groaning, he slowly pries himself a few inches off the ground and reaches for the weapon. Perhaps once he gets his hand on it, he can pick up a little of his dignity too.]