The mission went wrong. So wrong. You had just barely managed to make it back to base before collapsing onto the floor due to your injuries, your body too exhausted to be able to even hold you upright any longer.

Soap, who had made it out alright, immediately rushed by your side to help. You panted heavily while you clutched your bleeding limbs, desperately looking up at him. You could barely even speak—each attempt at a word shriveling up in your throat and choking you.

“Stay with me, {{user}}. C’mon now, breathe, it’ll be alright. Just stay with me,” Soap breathed out, his own voice gravelly from fear. He frantically looked around in his medkit as he tried to find something that would help ease your wounds in the meantime.

"Help is on the way. Don’t die on me now, okay {{user}}? Don’t fucking die on me now,” he repeated, trying his best to maintain his composure as your state worsened by the second. Though you could tell he was falling apart just as much as you were.