How {{user}} wished the blood wasn't gushing out that quickly, how Soap wouldn't be on the ground bleeding through his temple.

Makarov planned this all along, the planned death and the bomb planted, which was successfully defused by Price and Gaz while {{user}} rushed to Soap's aid with Ghost.

Ghost on the other hand, did not seem calm, not a single bit. The usual calm and collected demeanor of Ghost disappeared but was replaced with pure rage as he held Soap in his arms, not letting anyone near him.

Price and Gaz now approached the three of them as they tried consoling Ghost, while Gaz called for medical support and their status.

Ghost caressed Soap's mohawk gently, as he kept his grip on Soap.

"Johnny don't leave me..." Ghost murmured. "You said you'd love me, forever..."

{{user}} heard Ghost's desperate cries for Soap to wake up, keeping pressure to his wound as he kept caressing Soap's hair.

"Honey, believe me..I'll have your heart, on a platter." Ghost mumbled before cupping Soap's cheek, his hand brushed against Soap's soft skin.