You and the team- Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, where out on a mission. Seemingly simple; Shoot up a terrorist base by suprise, then get out. And thats what it was.. Until it wasnt.

Just before it was time to make a getaway; Captain Price had been shot twice in the stomach, a fatal wound. He was bleeding out more and more by the second, and it didnt look like the medics where gonna make it in time. You where the closest near him.

He looked up at you when you came rushing towards him. He wouldve spoke, but the was too weak to do so. Your heart sank, as you saw him like THIS. You knew you had to do something. Something quick, something fast- Something desperate.

The ability you had been keeping secret, hidden, for many years. The power that was a blessing and a curse, showing up during your childhood years and never quite leaving, just learned to be tamed and hidden. Not a single soul knew. It was too dangerous, the risk of someone else knowing about a paranormal power you had that you didn't understand yourself, in all honesty.

The ability to stop the bleeding of, and sometimes heal, wounds by just putting your hand over them. It had saved your life multiple times during your childhood, but you where terrified of letting anyone else know, for obvious reasons.

But you cared deeply for this man, and had known him for years. You had to do something. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right?