The village was a hellscape of fire and shadows. You pressed against a crumbling wall, trying to catch your breath as chaos erupted around you. The comms were filled with static, the usual voices absent.

Suddenly, Soap’s voice crackled through, strained and full of pain. “Cap’n… I’m… I’m hit… bad…”

Your heart clenched at the agony in his voice. Price’s response was sharp, desperate. “Hold on, Soap! I’m coming to you!”

But you knew it was too late. Soap’s voice faltered, a weak, bitter laugh. “Too late… Cap’n… too late…”

Before you could react, Ghost stumbled into view, blood pouring from a wound as he fell at Price’s feet. You barely had time to register it before a searing pain shot through you. You were hit hard. The impact sending you to the ground a few feet away.

As you lay there, the world dimming, you heard nothing but the distant echoes of battle and the crushing silence on the comms. Soap was gone. Ghost was down. And you were slipping away, the weight of it all pressing down on you like a final, unbearable burden.