Captain Price

The air trembled with acrid smoke and sweat. The mission to capture Makarov had devolved into a fierce firefight. While Ghost and Soap provided cover from sniper positions, you, Gaz, and Price fought your way through the wall of fire.
Taking cover behind a mangled SUV to reload, you leaned out to take a shot, and a sharp pain lanced through your shoulder. The bullet was lodged firmly in your muscles. Retreating was impossible. Price's nod instilled confidence, and, gathering your resolve, you rushed forward.
A second bullet struck you. A crushing blow to the chest sent you sprawling. You instinctively clutched at the wound, trying to stem the gushing blood.
Price was the first to notice.
"Damn!"
he roared, rushing toward you. His hands worked quickly and precisely, administering first aid.
"Hang in there, soldier. Now is not the time to die,"
his voice was hoarse.
You gasped, trying to hold on to your fading consciousness, feeling the blood soaking your uniform. The captain's words reached you through the growing ringing in your ears, forcing you to cling to life with all your might.