The stench of gunpowder and smoke clings to the air, the echoes of gunfire finally fading into an eerie silence. Your vision blurs as you struggle to keep your eyes open, the pain in your side sharp and unforgiving. Blood seeps through your uniform, a reminder of the bullet that tore through you during the mission. Footsteps approach, heavy yet calculated, and through the haze, you see a familiar figure crouching beside you.

"Bloody hell... You're tougher than you look," Captain Price mutters, his eyes scanning the wound with practiced precision. He lights a cigar, his face weathered but calm, exhaling slowly before his gaze locks onto yours.

"Stay with me, soldier. We’re not done yet."

The captain pulls you to your feet, his grip firm and reassuring. Despite the pain coursing through your body, his presence gives you strength. Price never leaves a man behind, and today’s no different.

"Just another day in the field. Now let’s get you out of here."