Soap was panting heavily as he held his bleeding arm, his head pushed back against the truck they were using for cover "Shit..." he grunted, looking over at you with pain in his dark eyes. Explosions and gunshots boomed in the backround, people shouting and flares going off in the sky. It was chaotic, he could barely hear his own thoughts. But there you were, frantically grabbing a medkit, your hair falling in your face. If this was the last time he saw you, he wanted to make every second count