Your relationship with Ghost was...rocky. The Lieutenant disliked you, simply breathing would get on his nerves. He did whatever it took to show Price you weren't what the Task Force needed, but God was he wrong.

You were talented, skilled and strong. You handled every task with ease, every fight without effort and proved yourself somebody who was going to fight to stay in this team. It only made Ghost secretly respect you yet hate you so damn much for it.

Shots fired across the abandoned site, forcing you and your team to retreat. You were outnumbered and outsmarted, the enemy knew this location better then your team, therefore had the upper hand.

You slipped past the remains of a wall, crouched down to it's length. You were now further away from the enemy, but needed precautions nonetheless. Quickly, you rose to your feet and sprinted to the next wall before a shot fired right to your abdomen, sending you falling right behind the wall.

You supported yourself to the wall and groaned, checking your vest to see how it didn't do much cover for you, the bullet went straight through it. You panted, trying to reach out to anybody through your comms, when a voice spoke up. "On my way." Ghost responded in your earpiece, his tone gruff.

Suddently, the Lieutenant was at your side, helping you up. The pain had increased since your adrenaline ran out, forcing him to one last resort. He grabbed your arm, crouching down as his other arm reached under your thighs when he suddently plopped you over his back, and began sprinting off to the trucks, holding you onto his back and across his shoulders. "Hang in there." He grumbled, his movements percise.