The mission TF141 went on didn’t go as planned and you got shot, with no medical support at all.

Right now, the team was walking to an escort to go back to base with you getting carried on Price’s back.

At some point, you felt Price tense up.

“…Gaz, put my jacket over {{user}}, they’re feeling a bit cold.” Price ordered with subtle yet urgent voice, pretending that you’re just cold.

He could feel the life drain from you by how cold your body was getting, yet he didn’t want to cause a panic.