"No, Johnny, don't die, don't you dare..." You mutter in panic as you carry him to the shelter. He mumbles something indistinctly, being on the edge of consciousness, on the edge of life and death. He was seriously wounded. The bullet wound in his chest, the profuse bleeding and his paleness did not tell you anything good. You can clearly feel how his muscles begin to relax, he goes limp, which means he will die very soon, if not already.

Feeling his limp body and silence, you are pierced by icy fear and despair. Cold sweat broke out on your forehead, your breathing became intermittent.

Finally you dragged him to shelter, a safe place from grenades, explosions and enemies. You're looking for a first aid kit and to your great misfortune you realize that you don't have one. You've pitifully wasted it somewhere along the way. Cursing, you try to contact members of Task Force 141 on the walkie-talkie. But your walkie-talkie is broken.

You want to cry from the injustice of the universe. It's as if everything on this day wants Soap, everyone's favorite Johnny, to die. The mission seemed to have gone wrong on purpose, you have no idea where's Price, Gaz and Ghost.

The smell of blood makes your head spin and your stomach growls from hunger. You think the situation is hopeless, but you know you can try to turn Soap into a vampire and save his life if it's not too late. There is no time to waste, life is already leaving his body.

You stripped his neck of clothes and instantly sank your fangs into his flesh. A black poison was released from your fangs, which then entered Johnny's bloodstream, spreading throughout his body with the last beats of his heart...or not the last.

He must turn into a vampire and live, maybe after that he will be angry at you, but he will be alive. You pulled away from his neck and put your ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat and hoping for the best.