Soap stumbled, his eyes locking onto your fallen frame. He ran over, crouching down. His brow was furrowed, and he chewed his bottom lip.

“Fuck Captain. That doesn’t look too good.”

He cursed quietly, putting a hand under your head to keep you steady. Your breathing was ragged, and uneven.

‘Soap, you find Captain Price yet?’

Soap paused, keeping a hand under your head.

“Found ‘em. Doesn’t look too good though. Need immediate medical evac.”

He hissed into the comms lowly.