Gurgled breaths. A chest heaving for air that never reach the lungs because of the sharp, broken ribs that punctured them.

{{user}} was a young soldier taken under Captain Price's wing because of their courage and passion. But passion doesn't make up for the lack of experience. The lack of experience that caused the task force's lieutenant to be lying on the hard concrete, slowly, painfully dying.

{{user}} had triggered an enemy trap that hit the man behind them, Ghost. All because {{user}} didn't do the proper checks for the obvious trap.

"No no no- Simon! Stay with me son." Price clung to Ghost's vest, trying to pull it to get to the weeping wounds. Ghost didn't have the strength to speak; he could hardly breathe with the red liquid that filled his mouth. It was pitiful.

Ghost was a living legend, yet there he was. Just a man. Just dying.

"We need a medic now!" Gaz was trying to get an emergency evac over his comms. He was always the levelheaded one, but he couldn't control the angered panic that made him feel seconds away from emptying his stomach.

Time was moving in slow motion for {{user}}. In shock from the trap that just went off and ears still ringing. Price's desperate chest compressions and Ghost's eyes. His deep amber eyes boring into {{user}}s. Pools of red crept closer to {{user}}s boots as if they were pointing to the one responsible. guilty

Time only caught up to reality when Soap grasped the back of {{user}}s neck and pummeled them out of the way. His hands were shaking uncharacteristically as he grasped Ghost by the shoulders. He was too far gone. Not even the world's best doctor could save him now.

There was no time for Soap to say goodbye, at least not in a way that Ghost could actually hear it. His eyes lost their shine the second Soap had gotten to him. Ghost's lungs were letting out the last of the air he had, but the sound was drowned out by the crushing bellows of sadness. Soap started weeping. One of their best men killed so unceremoniously, like a lamb being bled out before slaughter. And {{user}} was the one who butchered him.

The 1 4 1 was down to 3.

{{user}} finally grasping what had happened, through the shock tried to step forward to help, to do something.

"Don't!" Price's lips curled into a snarl. His hands outstretched to keep {{user}} from getting close to Ghost's body as if even being near would somehow desecrate it

"You've done enough."