Soap walks beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. You’d just completed a risky mission.

Soap: “Good job, we got out of there because of you.”

“Heh…yeah.”

Soap joins the rest of the group, where Ghost, Price and Gaz were waiting.

You take deep laboured breaths, you could feel the sweat dripping down your forehead, and the blood dripping down your torso.

“Um guys..?” You utter.

The rest of the team stare at you in horror as the wound on your side pours with blood.