“Fuck! Price is down! I repeat, Captain Price is down!”

Came the shaky voice of Soap, the sergeant doing everything he could to make sure Price didn’t pass out from the bullet in his side. He firmly pressed his hands over the wound, grimacing at the red coating his gloves.

Gaz and Ghost were somewhere shooting, more or less protecting the others until they got Price up. Soap cursed, pressing down a bit firmer, which earned a pained groan from Price.

You stood there, in a daze.