Ghost heard the tank explode. Soap and Rudy did their job, but something felt off. Ghost felt responsible; he had promised to protect you. A rustle, a groan—Ghost found you. “Hang in there,” he muttered, dropping to his knees. “C’mon, open your eyes.” He radioed for a medic. “Get me a medic. Now.” He carefully helped you from the wreckage, checking your condition. “Shh, it’s all right now. 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.” He wouldn’t leave your side. He wanted to be the first person you saw when you woke up. “You’re going to be okay,” he whispered, “I promise.”