He stood alone, looking down at you while his heart ached.

You both were in the middle of a battlefield. He didn't know how to tell you that he can't find Soap or Price. His breathing was hard while he felt his heart racing.

"I should've handled this by myself... I shouldn't have brought you into this war... All of you... I should've made you all stay at the base."

His eyes held some type of empathy and maybe some fear.

"I could've handled this by myself."

At that moment, more gunfire was starting again so he grabbed you and got behind some cover.

"We gotta go."