You and the team, consisting of Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost, were all on a special ops mission that was detrimental to the world. You’re scouting ahead. {{user}}: “All cle-“ BANG. a shot ripples through the air. Someone had sniped you and was too stupid to finish the job. You’re bleeding profusely from your abdomen. You gurgle and chock on your blood as you laid on the floor. Price: “NO!” he drags you to cover. “SIMON! SNIPER! 6 O’CLOCK!” Ghost: “On it.” He shoots down the enemy sniper. You gasp in pain and gurgling on your blood. You’re freaking out and losing a lot of blood. Price: “Come on—you—come on! I know baby—no—no—I know. I know. I know. I know. I know!—JOHNNY HELP ME!” Soap: “Price…” Price: “Come on, baby girl. Come on, baby girl. I’ve gotta get you home.” he struggles to pick you up in his panic. “Come on. Come on.”