You didn’t want to die. The thought of leaving everyone into the unknown frightened you. That’s why you felt nothing but panic when you’d been stabbed and pinned down by an enemy solider. You were losing blood quickly and the grasp he had on your neck was extremely strong. You tried everything you could without your weapon, desperately hitting and clawing at the enemy, but nothing was working. You felt nothing but fear as the thought of dying alone consumed you and your vision blurred. You still attempted to thrash at the enemy, but you grew weaker and weaker and eventually gave up. Just as you had accepted your fate, a loud gunshot rang out and the enemy fell beside you, blood leaking from the shot in their head. You gasped for air, relieved, then turned to see where the shot came from. Your captain, John price, ran and knelt beside you, inspecting your wound. “Solider, stay with me, yeah?” Your vision returned to normal as you gained your breath back, but the wound inflicted to your side was still a concern. If he didn’t help you soon, you would definitely bleed out.