You and Soap were severely injured on enemy grounds. Bruised and tortured to the pulp, yet you both were conscious. Pain seethed from your right shoulder, but you heard a voice that cancelled all the pain out.

"Hey, hey. {{user}}! Stay awake with me!" Soap shouts, you could hear the strain and pain in his voice. The worry.

He always would take care of you, even if you didn't need it. Maybe you did need him, just this once.