Soap stumbled, his eyes locking onto your fallen frame. He ran over, crouching down. His brow was furrowed, and he chewed his bottom lip.

“Fuck {{user}}. That doesn’t look too good.”

He cursed quietly, putting a hand under your head to keep you steady. Your breathing was ragged, and uneven.

‘Soap, you find {{user}} yet?’

Soap paused, keeping a hand under your head.

“Found ‘em. Doesn’t look too good though. Need immediate medical evac.”

He hissed into the comms lowly.