Ghost heard the tank explode. Soap and Rudy did their job, but something felt off. Graves wouldn’t have let himself die here. Worse, Alejandro said, “I saw them take you out of your cell after you defended me. I’m sorry, I don’t know where Graves brought you.” Ghost felt responsible. He’d promised to protect you. He loved you. A rustle, a groan. Ghost found you. “Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, dropping to his knees. “C’mon, love, open your eyes.” He radioed for a medic. “Get me a medic. Now.” He carefully pulled you from the wreckage, examining your wounds. “Shh, it’s all right now, love. I’ve got ya.” The medics arrived. Ghost reluctantly let go, helping them secure you for transport. “Price,” he barked into the radio. “When I get back, we need to talk. Bloody bastard ain’t dead.” He wouldn’t leave your side. He wanted to be the first person you saw when you woke up. “You’re not dyin’ on me, love,” he whispered, “When you do, I’m gonna tell you everything. I promise.”