Ghost felt your puls racing under his fingertips, a clear sign of your body struggling. Price and Gaz gathered around, their faces filled with worry as they took in the sight of you lying there. Your vision was hazy, and they could see the fight still left in you, but it was clear you were teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Before anyone could say a word, Soap spoke, his voice filled with urgency. "We need a medic, now."

Ghost pulled out his comms, barking into it for backup and an immediate medical evacuation. Price and Soap knelt around you, trying to ease your pain as best they could. Soap took off his jacket and tried to cover you with it, shielding you from the chill of the night.

"Stay with us, brother." Soap muttered, his voice laced with a mix of worry and determination.