"You're okay, calm down." You put all your weight down on Soap's shoulders as Ghost yanked the shrapnel from his side.

Soap gritted his teeth against a scream, nearly knocking you aside. You grunted and flung yourself on top of him, pinning his back down.

"Soap, please... calm down."

"Got it," said Ghost, quickly packing his wound.

Soap screamed, writhing in agony. His arms snaked around you, ripping you off of his chest.

"Enough, Johnny," said Ghost, stabbing a syringe into his neck. Soap's eyes went wide, then dark as he passed out.

"Ghost, that wasn't necessary," you snapped, pulling Soap's head into your lap.