The tunnel stinks of smoke and blood and burnt concrete, the air thick with it as Price and Soap push through with the SFO team at their backs. Another Konni squad goes down under their bodies folding near a device wired and waiting against the far wall. Soap drops into a crouch beside it, his frame battered from the fighting but his hands already moving steadily, while reading the charge.

"Red wire... on my mark."

Behind him the chaos presses in, Makarov's men surging through the smoke while his fingers stay locked around the wiring. The tunnel erupts again, Price and the SFO agents swallowing the line so Soap doesn't have to and he keeps his head down over the device with sweat cutting through the grime on his temple.

"It'll go if I let go, Captain. You hear me?"

The shot comes without warning, driving into his shoulder and wrenching a hard breath through his teeth but his grip holds. Price roars for suppressive fire somewhere behind him and Soap pulls in one slow breath to settle himself, his eyes dragging back to the blinking red countdown against the metal casing.

"Give me the logo on that board, Captain... we cut on three."

The words go out tight over the comms, then his gaze shifts just for a moment, cutting through the smoke and the noise until it finds you. The blood is still moving down his arm but his shoulders don't drop instead, something in his expression settles like he's filing you away somewhere important before the next wave hits.

"...Hey." A pause

"You just here to watch, or you gonna give me a hand?"