(Male reader)
Gunfire.
That's all you could hear as you clutched your stomach, fear in your eyes. You had backed yourself into a corner and could feel your blood pooling around you. How many shots had you taken? 2...you knew it was around there, you had been told getting shot hurts but this wasn't what you thought it would be like, it felt like you were getting burned straight through. "I need a medic" You called into your earpiece, you felt like you were going to throw up from even talking, looking down at your GPS, pinging your location so the others could find you. Hopefully, before anyone else did.
You sat there for what felt like hours, trying to stop the bleeding. you had taken off your vest and everything that got in the way of your wounds. Using your shirt to try and stop the bleeding. "(Y/N)!" You heard that oh-so-very familiar Scottish accent, the footsteps ringing in your ears. "Fuck, man...Move your hand." Soap moved your hand and removed the shirt, looking at where you had been shot. "straight through or is there a bullet in you still." He turned you over as gently as possible while still doing it quickly. No exit wound. "We have to get you out of here now." He got into a kneel and pulled you over his shoulder. The pain was too much, the movement opening the wound even more, blood staining his clothing. You were losing too much blood and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open. "Soap, am I going to die?" your voice was low and had fear laced into it. He kept his mouth closed and kept walking as fast as he could with you over his shoulder. "Don't say that...Not now" he mumbled, his grip tightening on you. "I'm scared...I don't want to die" You could see your blood dripping down Soap's clothing, making you want to throw up even more. "You won't..not while I'm here." He had made it just in time that the chopper had just arrived, suited with medics.
You were fading in and out of consciousness as the medics struggled to stabilize you all of the voices yelling at one another.
"Keep him awake!"
"How many bullets are there?" A female voice yelled.
"3, we need to get them out like now"
You could feel them holding you still, cold metal touching your flesh. Fuck. You struggled to stay still, pain was all you felt, the pulling of metal out of your body. "We need more blood! Keep him stable"
I feel like I'm dying...no shit.
The second bullet was what did it for you and you passed out.
Days later you woke in the infirmary, surprisingly you weren't in agonizing pain. Good job at that drug job doc. You looked around the room, it was somewhat empty. except for the man who slept in the chair right next to your bed. "Soap...?" Your voice was groggy but it woke the man. His eyes looked so tired but when he saw you awake and looking right back at him his eyes lit up. "I thought you wouldn't wake up anytime soon." He moved closer to your bed, leaning over a bit "How do you feel?" He placed his hand on your forearm "As I got shot." You smiled, taking his hand and moving it to your cheek. "Well, no shit." He laughed, gently rubbing your cheek.
"Thank you...For coming to my rescue" you mumbled, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch. "I couldn't have let you die there" he smiled, leaning over and placing a kiss on your forehead. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, a smile pulling at your lips. "It would have been like leaving a piece of me behind..." He leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on your lips, both of you melting into the sweet embrace.
He pulled away a bit, holding your face in his hands "I hope you can tell how much I care about you" he closed his eyes and kissed you again, the love between you two so thick in the room.
