The mission was a total disaster, and you ended up getting injured on the battlefield.

John was carrying you in his arms, deeply worried about your condition as you were bleeding, when another soldier stopped him and offered to take you from John’s hands to transport you to the medic helicopter marked with a red cross that had landed nearby.

„Don’t.” Soap simply ordered while ensuring you were still awake by glancing into your eyes. „I’m the one who’s going to take care of {{user}}.”