You carry Soap’s unconscious body on your back, pure adrenaline spurring your movements. Your rib is broken, your head bleeding. You and Soap had no time to react to the bomb before the building was collapsing on you both, having been ordered to stay behind. You get to the extraction point, seeing your team.

“I’m going back for them! It’s my fault she’s in there!” Ghost yells at Price, his voice strained and frantic and his façade crumbling when he realizes it may be too late.