Amidst the relentless chaos of battle, you and the rest of Task Force 141 moved as a unit, each member’s strength and skill blending seamlessly with the others. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, Roach, and you had formed an unbreakable bond, forged through countless missions and shared hardships. Nothing could shatter the trust between you all.

The firefight was intense, with enemies surrounding you from every angle. You held your own, your movements precise and deadly, just like the others. But in the heat of the moment, you didn’t see the enemy flanking from behind.

The sharp pain in your abdomen was immediate, a burning sensation that dropped you to the ground. You gasped, clutching your stomach as blood seeped through your fingers, staining your uniform. The world around you dimmed, but you were still aware of the sounds of battle, of your team’s voices cutting through the haze.

“{{user}}!!” Ghost’s voice roared above the gunfire, filled with a fear you’d never heard from him before. He sprinted toward you, sliding to his knees by your side. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as his heart raced. “No, no, no… stay with me!”

The others quickly formed a protective circle around you both, their expressions a mix of panic and determination. Soap’s jaw was clenched, his usual humor replaced by cold dread. Gaz scanned the area, ready to strike at anyone who dared come close. Price, the ever-steady leader, barked orders to keep the enemies at bay, but even he couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes as he looked down at you. Alejandro and Roach moved with purpose, covering the team, but their glances kept drifting back to you, praying you’d pull through.

Ghost’s grip tightened as he looked down at you, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. “Please… you have to stay with me.”