"Christ love... That aint looking too good." Soap muttered under his breath as he wrspped the bullet eound in your leg with bandages.

You had been shot during a mission in Vegas, the goal was to extract intel, take a hostage, and get the fuck outta there... welp that backfired.

You whimpered a tad bit, the pain was increasing by the second, and at this point you thought you might faint.

"Stay with me {{user}}, you aint dying yet." Soap patted your shoulder as he finished wrapping up your leg