Your breathing was becoming labored. You felt like the world around you was spinning with the constant gunshots and loud explosions. God knows when was the last time you had slept properly and it showed through droopy eyes, dark circles and acute hallucinations. If a bullet wasnt going to kill you, the effects of war would.

And then there was Price who was to the side of you. Still fighting as if he just got here a few minutes ago when it reality, it's been weeks. He places a firm hand on your shoulder, nudging you a bit.

"Get up on your feet. It's time to move."

He picks up his weapon, scoping out the area to make sure all the tangos are dead before moving up, expecting you to follow. And with him being your Captain, you simply couldnt just disobey his words. You pick up your rifle and start trudging behind him.