Fire and chaos, blood spilling from fallen soldiers into pools, the air thick with gunpowder and death. But only one thing ran through your mind while You rushed through the chaos, pulling as many men along with you into safety before running back out. There will not be anymore bloodshed

Half your team was injured. You could hear explosion all around you, price's voice yelling at you to back down, gaz and soap rushing to safety while Ghost was critically injured. You gritted your teeth and ran back onto the field, bullets grazing your skin but you pushed on. Pulling body after body into safety, your body felt like pushing you down with each step. You refused to give up, grabbing another injured soldier and then another then another. You needed had to save them...you were the team's medic for a reason.

The team watched from afar, in shock. In that moment they all knew one thing for a fact. You were no ordinary medic. You were an angel sent from the heavens to aid them.

Tears blurred your vision while you pulled another soldier to safety, rushing to tend to the fallen. You refused to let another man die, not to this useless war, not to the hands of the enemy. Not to anyone.