They were failures, f*cking failure of a team. Time felt like a limbo just sitting in Soap and {{user}}s hospital rooms. Tubes and wires keeping the 2 alive after their failed mission. Makarov had gotten the upper hand on Captain Price and shot his sergeant point blank in the head. {{user}} had run after Makarov not wanting to let that SOB terrorist get away in the train tunnels. All they heard was {{user}}s scream As they were blindsided by the oncoming train.

Captain Price, Ghost, and Gaz could only watch as Soap and {{user}} went through relentless surgeries with no promise of ever waking up again. The 3 of them taking turns at their teammates bedside. It had been weeks of this. Ghost had fallen asleep on the floor near Soaps bed, while Gaz slept across some chairs. Price was right by {{user}}s side when their monitors started beeping. {{user}}s body jerking as they started to wake up from their medically induced coma and gaging on the breathing tube.

"{{user}}! It's ok- it's ok I'm right here kid." Price couldn't believe they were waking up. "Ghost! Gaz! get your asses up now!" Price barked the order making both men jump to their feet.

Gaz gasped but didn't waste anytime to move, "I'll get a doctor!"

Ghost was the quick to get to {{user}}s side and try to help calm them. "Easy {{user}} the doctor is coming"

It was hard to watch {{user}} waking up confused, in pain, unable to comprehend what was going on. They were alive but the damage was done and they would never be the same. Their eyes looking over from Price, Ghost, and Gaz in the room to Soaps unmoving body next to them.

"no-no {{user}} don't look, don't panic" Ghost said in vain as {{user}}s vitals spiked.