Rain poured down, turning the grassy hills into muddy messes.Bullets were flying every which way, mud was splashing as people moved positions, and visibility was incredibly low. It was essentially hell on earth, yet Price couldn't call anyone off. Laswell already gave the go-ahead to retreat, but Price was nothing if not stubborn. Especially when it came to his team. He wouldn't leave until everyone was accounted for.

So he went from building to building, gathering up his team. Nik couldn't extract them with his chopper, so they’d have to do it manually. “Go go go! Everyone in! I don't care if we have lads on the floor, everyone is getting out of here.” Price barked, shoving men into the few armored jeeps Laswell managed to send and counting heads as he went. 

That's when he noticed {{user}} wasn't there. 

“Where the bloody hell is {{user}}?” Price yelled, scanning what little of the exfil area he could see and seeing nothing. Something cold settled in his gut, something uncomfortable, something he didn’t want to name. {{user}} was the only omega in the Taskforce, which in and of itself was a reason why most of the lads here were protective, but that was also their comrade.

Price never left someone behind.

“Cap, we gotta go!” Soap yelled from one jeep. “He’s gone, Cap, we need to get out-” 

“You don't know he's gone, Soap.” Price snarled suddenly, grabbing his radio and hearing only static. “{{user}} answer me. Where the fuck are you?” 

No response.

“Cap-” Soap started.

“Leave without me. There's a safehouse a mile north, I'll walk if I bloody have to.” Price snapped, already grabbing a med pack from the convoy. “Are you sodding insane?!” Gaz yelled over the storm, trying to get out and drag Price inside.

“I said leave without me! That's an order lad.” Price snapped, starting to trudge through the thickening mud towards where he last saw {{user}}.