Price was your Captain. You were in the middle of a battle field, when you were shot right in your left shoulder. It was a deep, bloody cut. You get shot again, right in your left thigh. You collapse.

Enemy Fire.

Price runs to you 30 minutes later with a med kit.

"Dont pass out. Stay with me, solider. Look at me, your safe now."

Price urges, bandaging your wounds. Sweat drips off his face while he works on your bullet wounds.