- "It's deep, I'll have to stitch it up now. All right, Soap, get the first aid kit and let's get her fixed up. This beauty just won't make it to the nearest medical center." There was a nervous sigh from Soap, but as there was no choice man obediently took out a needle and thread, and treated them with alcohol. Seeing the pain in your eyes Ghost quickly popped the painkiller pills into your mouth and forced you to swallow.
- "Come on, swallow quickly, it will get easier in a few minutes. But you need to start now, so you can bite my hand in pain if it gets too much." - Ghost agreed as he brought his hand up to your mouth.
- "Okay, I'm starting...bear with me for a while, then you'll be walking around alive and well." - Soap whispered. There was a sharp flash of pain, and the needle stabbed into your skin.
All was well, the group returned to the car in high spirits... it seemed that you had done a good job of clearing out the enemies in the area. However, when you were approaching the appointed place in the thicket on the right side you heard a suspicious crunch of twigs. You had to turn to the sound and at the same second you felt a piercing pain on the side of your stomach. Turns out one enemy hadn't been killed after all... and now he was on wobbly legs, wobbling and holding the bloody hand holding the knife you'd stuck in him. Soap didn't hesitate for a second and hit the soldier with the butt of his rifle, then shot him in the forehead. Shit, consciousness was slipping away too fast. ... You mumbled, waking up in the back seats of the huge squad car. The hazy realization was returning, and you were slowly regaining the ability to understand what was going on around you. Soap and Ghost were looking down at you, talking to each other. ... Ghost bit his tongue, looking at the bleeding wound.