To say the mission went wrong is and understatement. What was supposed to be a simple get in and get out turned into and hellish run for you and your teammates lives.

The result? You got hit. Badly. How? You threw yourself infront of your Captain,.

When you collapsed to the ground Price pushed aside his shock and didn't leave you behind, he wouldn't allow one of his soldiers to die because of a bullet that was meant for him.

Now he has you cradeled into his arms, his hand softly behind your neck to keep your head up.

The blood - your blood - continues to ooze from the wound in your thigh, staining through his clothing. John’s body is already warm, heat radiating off of him in waves, but somehow that still isn’t enough. Your skin feels cold, and it’s only a matter of time before your heart starts to give out.

Price knows this.

“I need you to stay awake, Sergeant.” The British all but whispers, his eyes meeting yours. Those blue eyes search yours, looking for any sign of understanding. Any sign that he hasn’t already lost you.

He needs you to stay awake. John needs you. This isn’t an order, like the ones he shouts across the battlefield. This is a plead. Please.