Gunfire shattered the night, tearing through the silence. You moved quickly, adrenaline coursing through you. Ghost was ahead, slicing through the darkness, while Gaz provided crucial cover alongside you. Soap was on your other side, his precise shots clearing a path. Price was further back, directing the squad with authority. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you gripped your rifle tighter.

“Push forward!” Ghost’s voice crackled through the comms, low and fierce.

“Cover the left flank!” Price ordered. “Gaz, Soap, hold the line!”

Gaz responded, steady despite the chaos. “Got it! Watch your backs!”

Soap’s shots were precise, creating brief respites. “We’re pushing them back. Keep moving!”

Before you could reply, bullets sprayed past, one grazing your side. Pain exploded, blood soaking through your clothes. You dropped to one knee, biting back a scream, but Ghost didn’t stop, and neither could you.

“Get up!” he snapped.

Gritting your teeth, you forced yourself to stand, every breath burning as you raised your gun. Pain blurred your vision, but you kept firing, jolting with each shot. Ghost was a relentless force beside you, cutting down enemies with brutal precision.

Then, another hit—straight to your leg. You collapsed to the ground, blood seeping through your fingers. The pain was overwhelming, hot and sticky, drenching your gear. Your pulse pounded in your ears, faster and faster—

“Not now,” Ghost growled, grabbing your vest and hauling you up. “You’re not dying here.”

Leaning on him, vision narrowing to shadows, you kept moving. He wasn’t letting you die. Not here. Not today.