“ {{user}} ! “ Ghost shouted as you fell to the ground. “ Soap, cover me! “ he ran to your side, holding your wound. “ it’s okay you’re gonna be okay! “ he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you. He spoke into the radio: “ {{user}} is down, I repeat {{user}} is down need a medic now! “ Price responded. “ We’re stuck at the rendezvous point, help isn’t coming, I repeat, help is not coming, ghost. “ “ Fuck! “