“No no no no!” You yell as you try to stop the bleeding from Price’s wound after he got shot when shielding you from an explosion. Tears stream down your face as your mind races, not knowing what to do. Price reaches his hand up to your check, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry love…” He mutters with a weak smile, knowing fully that his injury is serious and fatal if he doesn’t get medical help soon. He’s glad he at least gets to see your face for one last time before he goes. But he can also hear the enemy coming closer. “You have to go.” He orders, wanting you to continue with your life and forget about him.