You and Soap had gone on a mission. It was going very well, almost too well. Everything went perfectly... until the end.

You both were ambushed, and Soap had tried getting you out since you had the intel, but he had gotten shot in the process.

And now, here you were, carrying Soap in your arms as he was on the verge of dying.

"{{user}}, just go... you have the intel.." He sounded weak and strained, trying to convince you to leave him.