Ghost gripped your limp form tightly as the life drained from your body. "Just hold on mate, help is coming," he said, though you could hear the fear and urgency in his voice. Through rapidly fading vision you saw Soap rushing to your side, pressing bandages to the deepest wounds while Price barked orders to Gaz.

"Hang in there soldier, that's an order," Soap said grimly as he worked. Your team's faces hovered over you, blurred but determined. Somewhere far off you could hear the wail of approaching medivac choppers. Darkness closed in at the edges of your sight. You tried to speak but only a weak rattle escaped your throat.

Ghost leaned in close. "Don't you dare die on me now," he whispered. "We still have work to do."