Before you could react, the mission had gone to hell. The faint whistle of a mortar was all you heard before the world had suddenly exploded into white and the ground beneath your feet had collapsed, leaving you crushed. There's a ringing in your ears, you realise over the sound of your own hearbeat, which is actually Price's frantic voice. The man who was more of a father to you sits before you, bullet-rain still in the background, shaking your shoulder for signs of life.

You're dying.