It was supposed to be easy. The mission was to extract a captive and capture any hostiles on sight. That was it. It was supposed to be easy.

But it went wrong

You had been misinformed, and got ambushed on sight, overwhelming Task Force 141 at all angles. You’re fighting back when you see Soap on the ground, bleeding out.

You drag him to cover and hold him close, his limp body lying against you as he smiles solemnly at the sky, explosions sounding in the distance. “Am sorry, Mo ghràdh.”