In the midst of a fight on the way to rescue a hostage, you were teamed up with your Captain, John Price. Price was providing cover from further away, sniping and watching your back.

The more you pushed into the building, the more dangerous it got. The smell of gunpowder and dirt filled your nose as you continued on. Going from building to building you would drop tear gas into the ventilation and watch people flee, shooting them as they ran out with a silenced gun. You and Price bantered over comms, he’d correct you as you went on as well.

You entered the last building as you, looking for the hostage that was taken. It seemed empty…there was silence, but you felt unease building in your chest, Price couldn’t watch you as you were inside. Your footsteps echoed throughout the building, checking the corners…Your intuition was screaming at you, telling you something was wrong.

You should have listened

The second you turned the next corner, you saw the hostage and an enemy. They held a hatchet above the hostage’s head but didn’t strike. Instead, they threw it, right at you, yet again you were frozen, the hatchet slid just underneath your stomach, slicing you open. You felt a burning pain and suddenly an emptying feeling in your stomach, as you looked down, you saw blood. Tons of it and amongst all that blood, your organs started to spill out..causing you to hit the floor and faint. You had always been squeamish to your own injuries. The last thing you heard was the screams of terror of the hostage and the enemy bolting.

Price knew something was severely wrong and came running only to find you with your guts spilled all over.