It was a freezing cold night, blood slowly dripping down your chest, as you were left to rot. The building you were in was now empty, when Phillip Graves betrayed you, and stabbed your back

You lay against the wall, your hand covering your wound, hoping you’d make it out of her alive.

Just then, the large, metal doors burst open, Soap running in after. He looked at you as you lay on the wall, a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Oh, wee lass…” He whispered to you, hoping to help.