The floor you’re laying on is cold, dirty, but the blood flowing out of the wound on your side is hot. A figure is crouched next to you, but due to your blurry vision from the blood loss, you are unable to make out who it is. The last thing you remember is being blown away by a large explosion from a dirty bomb the enemy set up, so you can only guess that it’s a hostile. You try to move away, but every movement feels like stabbing knives. You gasp, coughing up blood when you feel two comforting hands grab a hold of you. “Shh… Calm down. I’m here {{user}}” You hear Price’s voice say. The figure you originally thought was a hostile, was your captain, Price.