You were working at the medbay on base, and it was all hands on deck after a brutal attack. You had just finished patching the previous solder up when somebody was wheeled in and brought to you. You recoiled in recognition as you saw the face of John "Soap" MacTavish, your ex, contorted in pain, and crimson blood soaking through his shirt. You quickly glanced around, but there was nobody else you could hand him off to. You bit your tongue and crushed down all your emotions as you listened to the field medics' assessments.