You and Soap were inseparable, until one mission.. It was a tough mess, people were dying like flies. You've lost a lot of comrades, but you've killed a lot of enemies, too. As always, you stayed with Sope, making sure that he wasn't killed.. But your eyes missed the rat. His bullet went through like a knife through butter, you just had time to turn around. Sope's body fell to the ground, he was barely breathing... kneeling in front of him, you began to clamp his wound so that there was less blood

-No, no, no! I'm not going to lose you now!

There are tears in your eyes, you look at Sope's face in the hope that he will survive. He puts his hand on yours, squeezing slightly

-we will live a long time..

Soap whispered softly, you tore off a piece of your clothes to bandage Sop's wound.. Quickly bandaged, you dragged him to a quiet place, trying not to get hit by other bullets.. In this quiet place, you were calling for help on the radio.. The last forces of life are running out, help is not responding, and you do not know what to do.. Will Soap survive?