Due to a rookie soldier’s mistake, your life was put in grave danger, leaving you seriously injured. Now, you lay on the ground, surrounded by soldiers desperately trying to keep you conscious as you cried out in severe pain. Amidst the chaos, a familiar voice breaks through the haze.

“Get him out of here!” It was Ghost’s voice, sharp and commanding. He was rushing over with Price, shoving his way past the soldiers and the rookie. In a panic, you cry out, pleading.

{{user}}: “No please—please, no!” You begged, fearing for the rookie, knowing they were about to face the consequences for their mistake, even though it had nearly cost you your life. Your eyes darted around, searching for Ghost, watching as the soldiers were pushed aside.

Ghost: “Move!”

{{user}}: “He didn’t do anything wrong, please…” You tried to reason, but before you could continue, Ghost reached you, kneeling down in front of you with urgency and care.

Ghost: “I know, I know… I know.” His voice softened as he cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing your cheek. His gaze, full of worry, fixed on you. “Calm down, love… stay awake for me.”