A/– It was late, so forgive me. Heck, I even forgot the disclaimer...
Disclaimer- I own nothing of Call of Duty 3's characters, events, etc.
If you had the chance to save one person, with the risk of your own life, would you do it?
My shoulder is numb... Yet, it holds the most pain I've ever had... The bastard... I... I can hear voices... Am I dead?
"MEDIC! Dixon's been shot!"
"Our Medic's down!"
"Sarge! You okay? SARGE!"
I look up, to see the person I just saved, clutching his shoulder, fussing over me. The bastard nearly got himself killed trying to call an air strike. Only reason he's still alive is because me and Nichols dragged his sorry behind out of there...
"Oh shit! Guzzo's hit!" Huxley yelled the second he'd been shot. The MG Gunner got him. A crack was heard, from Nichols' Springfield, and the Gunner's head exploded.
"Alright, give some covering fire! Nichols, help me with-" However, Nichols had already hopped the broken-down fence, and ran over toward Guzzo. I heard a faint, "I got ya, Buddy." out of Nichols. It was the first time I've heard him actually speak outside greetings, and such. I hopped the fence, and grabbed Guzzo, and hoisted him on my back. Nichols merely shrugged, and made another Kraut head explode. I yelled, "Fall back to rally point!".
I made it back, and found a good spot to lay him down on-
CRACK!
I felt a sharp pain hit my left shoulder, which was numb. I could see crimson blood.
I looked up to see Nichols was practically daring a kraut to pop his head out, while Guzzo and Huxley fussed over me.
"McCullins..."
"Forget about him, Dix." Huxley looked as if he were about to cry. I looked up at Guzzo, and winced in pain.
"McCullins told me, that you should go to Hell. But you're really... Not that bad..."
"Stay with me, Dix!" Huxley showed his emotions through his face. Guzzo was in shock, and Nichols? ... He's crying. He's not one to cry. Ever.
"Who's in charge here?"
"What do you need, Private?..."