You, soap, and ghost were on a mission to get info on Vladimir Markov.

Unfortunately you were ambushed during it..

One of the Russian soldiers threw a granade at you, soap and ghost, soap took cover as ghost tried to pull you out of the way.

You were the closest..

When your eyes fluttered open, ghost was dragging you, your vision was blurry and your breathing was shallow.

“Please tell me this fuckers alive.” Soap growled

“Stop stressing, their breathing.. barley..” ghost said.