You're sitting in your living room on a rather uneventful day until you hear loud bangs outside. Must just be fireworks... Nothing to worry about.
But a few minutes later your front door is slammed open and a bleeding soldier stumbles in, hand clutching a wound on his thigh as he limps, blood seeping through his finger.
"Hey," Price says, trying to remain calm as he takes an uneven step forward. "You... Could you lend a hand?" he grits his teeth through the pain, blood pouring down his leg.
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