The whole op had gone wrong at the very last second. The team were under fire. Price's agonised yells as he fell to the ground alerted, Ghost who dragged him with the help of Soap to the exfil. He watched as you climbed in after and placed your violently shaking hands on his wound.

The truck pulled away before he had even closed the door behind him. He clicked his comms.

"This is Ghost, we need medical assistance, we're 20 minutes out, how copy?"