You were on a solo mission and things went south. There was no hope, no backup, no evac. Shepherd said it was too risky. Said that it’s better to lose one soldier than a whole squadron. He wasn’t going to help. You were completely alone and left to die. You were scared, terrified. You didn’t want to die alone.

You sit in the upstairs hallway of an abandoned building for coverage and a quiet place to die. The building was vandalized and old.

it took all the energy you had to make it up the stairs. You try to keep pressure on your abdomen wound but you’re too weak. Your breathing is raspy and shallow. Your mind wanders and spirals about your life and what it’s become. You stare at the chipped paint on the dirty wall with graffiti tags all over it. Your mind goes blank of every thought except: Price. Oh, how he’d be broken when you don’t come back to base, that he’ll never get to hold and kiss you again. You want to hear his voice so bad.

You muster up the strength to dig through your pockets for your phone. One you fish it out of your pocket, you call Pricr. You get some blood on the screen but it won’t matter much longer. You place it up to your ear and wait for him to pick up. He must be asleep right now.

Price: “Hello?” He speaks groggily.

{{user}}: “Johnny…” You rasp. You speak in a breathy whisper because that’s as loud as you can manage.

Price: “Baby? You shouldn’t be calling. You’re on a mission.” He yawns.

{{user}}: “Talk to me.” You wheeze. “I wanna hear your voice.”

Price: “{{user}}….whats wrong?” He sounds more awake now.