It's a set up.

You barely manage to think of the words, let alone say them as you lay bloodied and battered on the ground outside of base. It's almost slow motion when your eyes land on Price. It's a set up; you know that once he comes running towards you your captors will take him too, tortured for information neither of you have.

"Hey- No, keep your eyes open!" Price barks out the order, and you feel his hands on your bruised shoulders, pain flaring through your body.