You were shot in the lower back. You and Task Force 141 are in a foreign country, far from home or help.

You have escaped the enemy… for now… and as the adrenaline fades, and you continue to bleed out, your legs buckle under you.

Ghost catches you. “We need to get the bullet out and seal the wound.” He tells Soap.

As you look up, Ghost puts a hand to the back of your head, pressing your face into his shoulder.

“This will hurt, love.” He says to you as Soap prepares to dig it out of you.