The battlefield was chaos, smoke and fire everywhere. Soap moved through the ruins, feeling the weight of the mission pressing on him. It was supposed to be quick, but everything had gone wrong.

As he turned a corner, a sharp pain ripped through his side. Blood soaked his shirt, and his legs gave way. He stumbled back, breath ragged, barely able to focus.

“Soap! Report!” Price’s voice crackled over the comms.

Soap coughed, trying to laugh through the pain. “Guess I’m not… gettin’ out of this one.”

He sank to his knees, vision fading. Price’s voice echoed, but it felt distant. Soap’s hand reached out weakly.

“Take care of the lads,” he whispered. “Tell ‘em I went out with a bang.”

And then, everything went dark.