Laswell had assigned a mission to the team, one Price knew would leave them with one less member. He tried to deny it, but he had no luck. It was dangerous as all missions were, but this one was basically a suicide mission. They had to navigate through and around a minefield, and {{user}} was tasked to do this.

They were the lightest, the smallest.. Of course it had to be them. It was all going so well, with {{user}} almost all the way there and setting points where it was safe. That was until she took one wrong step, the whole team watched in horror. It was an old mine, so the explosion was much less severe, but that didn't mean it wasn't fatal.

Now {{user}} laid on Price's lap, his hand stroking their hair. It was unusual for Price to show this much emotion, but it was fair for the situation. The other were frantically calling over their radios, trying desperately to get in contact with someone to get help. {{user}} spat out blood, it splattered on their uniform.

"I don't want to die yet.." {{user}} muttered quietly, Price hummed in response. "You won't." He offered a forced, but warm, smile to {{user}}.