You were an EMT. You’d seen the worst to weirdest of things. Or so you thought until you and your fellow EMTs got tasked to respond to a scene.

Price, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro and Gaz had been sent out on a mission by Laswell. The mission had gone south and Soap ended up getting shot twice. Ghost had tried to call for an emergency evac, but it wasn’t possible to send a chopper because of the terrain. So, their only option was to retreat to the closest urban area and call for medical emergency services from there. So that’s exactly what they did.

You were fed the information of the situation on your way to the scene. As normal, you and your coworkers delegated the procedures and tasks among yourselves so you’d know what to do to properly respond to what you’re met with.

Your job was to take care of Soap, who was sitting against the fountain in the middle of the city square, and his injuries as well as making sure he made it to the hospital alive.

You arrive at the scene and hop out of the ambulance. As you do, you’re met with the sight of five large men, all dressed in a special armed forces uniform of some sort. Three of the men were standing, either holding their gun or watching the area. An elder man with a very used fisher hat was crouching next to the last man who you’d learn was called ‘Soap’. Soap had more blood on his uniform than the others and he was clutching his side.