You were shooting and running and hiding behind walls and reloading. And everything was going fine, you were winning. At least until Price got distracted warning you of an enemy nearby and a rogue bullet shot through his body.

He crumpled to the floor, blood seeping out of the wound into a puddle as you ran over and crouched next to him, gently lifting your Captain onto your lap.

“….{{user}}….?” He asked, coughing up some blood as he blinked up at you. It was clear he needed help.