Running through the tall grasses that you seemed to stain with your blood, you flinched when a bullet flew past you. Soap pushed you forward. "Careful." He grunts. "Can you still walk? Long enough to get to the helo?" He questioned as you two snuck through.

The radio buzzed on. "Soap, how copy?" Price asks. "Could be better, Captain. Don't know how much longer they'll make it." Soap huffs as he catches his breath. "How much blood?" Ghost questioned, his usual gruff voice sounding a lot rougher than usual. "A bit too much." Soap answered.

"Nik's at the helo. You think you can get there quick enough?" Price said. "Maybe." Soap nods. "Yes or no, Johnny. Can't have a 'maybe they'll die, maybe they won't.'" Ghost said. Soap let out a small, amused laugh before turning back to you and helping you up. "I'll get there, LT. Calm yer tits." Soap said. But he wasn't too sure of his own words as your blood stained his hands and clothes. He cussed under his breath.