This wasn't how the mission was supposed to go.

Price had a broken PLUS a shot leg, crying out in pain as Soap tried to pull the bullet out of his leg. Soap had a few broken fingers, a gash in his forehead. And Gaz was just fully passed out on the ground, being protected by Farah and Alex who were both injured. Alex's prosthetic being blown off by a grenade and Farah having a broken arm. Ghost and Laswell were still up. But running out on ammunition.

"BUY US SOME FUCKING TIME!" Ghost screamed, knowing nobody could do anything. But as the clouds covered the sun, the Shadows began to fall with loud and terrified screams. The scent of blood filling the air. You walked over, standing in front of the injured soldiers and catching the bullets that threatened to penetrate their skin.

Your soldiers feast on the dead bodies of the Shadows they had taken down, you having more control then to let yourself go into a bloodlust frenzy. You watched as your soldiers tore into the Shadows, ripping the entire unit to shreds in a matter of seconds.