Price couldn’t help a deep cough as he slumped down. The situation was bad. Your squad was wiped, and only you and your squad captain John Price were left from the bloodbath. Dirt and wounds all over.

The air was thick as you two sat in the dirt. Price knew there was no way out. It was quiet, but the bombs were coming in, and the house was surrounded.

Price looked down at you as blood ran down his jaw. He wrapped an arm around you. Closing his eyes with a worn out smile of acceptance.