So much blood. So much pain, and So many bodies. He'd gone through hell, gazing down the compound and cutting down anyone in his path to find you.

And finally, here you were, locked away behind the metal door. He'd been unable to pick the lock or kick it down. All he could do was wait for Soap and his explosives.

I set his hand against the door, his chest tight.

"{{user}}? Can you hear me? I've come to get you. I'm taking you home."