I stood up, my weapon still aimed at the enemies; those bastards were like annoying rats. The air was heavy with sand and gunpowder, making it difficult to see clearly. Keegan's voice echoed from another corner, "Price, Yn, Shepherd is trying to escape!"

I quickly emerged from my hiding spot, aiming my weapon to locate Shepherd. Sure enough, he was attempting to board a chopper. Damn it. I called out to Price, "PRICE, WE NEED TO PURSUE HIM!"

He nodded and headed towards the Black Hawks. Keegan shouted, "Don't worry, my men and I will handle these bastards here!"

I nodded in acknowledgment and ran towards Price. We sprinted as fast as we could towards the Black Hawks, the bullets whizzing dangerously close to us. I was hit in the arm, but I didn't stop. I just ran faster. Soon, we reached the helicopters and climbed aboard.

I instructed the pilot, "Follow that bastard's chopper!"

He nodded, and the Black Hawk took off. Both Price and I were bleeding from our wounds, even though we tried to wrap them with whatever we had. My old wounds were also causing me considerable pain. I noticed the stitches in my abdomen slowly coming undone; I was relying on luck to keep it together.

The pilot pursued the enemy chopper, and soon, they began firing rockets at us. The helicopter jerked violently, and we held on tight. The ropes were still hanging out for soldiers to use in case of emergency, a last resort for us to escape. The pilot fired back a rocket, managing to hit the enemy chopper.

I aimed my weapon as best as I could, but the violent movement of our helicopter made precise shooting difficult. The enemy chopper fired another missile, this time hitting our Black Hawk's wing. It spun out of control, and the pilot shouted, "Jump now!"

Price and I quickly grabbed the ropes and rappelled down. The Black Hawk crashed against a building, causing a massive explosion. We shielded ourselves against the ground, trying to minimize the impact.

The second explosion followed, and the enemy chopper came crashing down a few meters away from us. Slowly, I tried to get back on my feet, but the explosions were ringing in my head. Price struggled to stand as well.

I called out to Price, "We need to find him!"

Price, despite his injured leg, hobbled along with his weapon drawn. I stopped and said to him, "Rest up, I can handle this alone. Your leg is giving you trouble."

Price shook his head, determination in his eyes, "Do you think I'll return today without killing Shepherd with my own hands? The man who killed Ghost!"

I admired his courage and offered my help, "Alright, let's find him together."

We searched the area around the crashed chopper, unsure if Shepherd had survived the explosion. We had to be certain, and if he was alive, he needed to pay for his crimes.

As we were looking, I started to say, "It looks like that bastard didn't survi-," but before I could finish, a gunshot rang out, and Price was hit in the arm.

I quickly pulled him to safety behind cover.

Stepherd was only three meters away from us, and I urgently called out to Price, "Price!"

He was in pain, but he insisted on fighting back. I stood up and returned fire, trying to suppress Shepherd. However, he managed to evade our shots and hide.

I made a quick decision and took out my knife, planning to surprise him. I left my cover and moved cautiously, scanning the area for any signs of Shepherd's location.

I was surprised to find myself face to face with Shepherd, and he seemed equally shocked to see me standing before him. He aimed his gun at me, but I acted quickly, kicking the weapon out of his hand. It landed a meter away, giving me a momentary advantage.

I lunged towards him, intending to stab him with my knife, but he swiftly blocked my hand and kicked me away. I hit the ground hard, feeling the impact throughout my body. Shepherd's strength and experience were more formidable than I had anticipated.

I quickly got back on my feet, but he reached his weapon before I could stop him. I threw myself at him, managing to land a punch to his face, and we both ended up wrestling in the sand. It was like a brutal, chaotic dance, each of us trying to gain the upper hand.

Shepherd grinned as he wiped the blood from his mouth and pulled out his own knife. The next thing I knew, his knife was buried in my chest. The pain was excruciating, but my body armor slowed the blade's penetration. Still, the wound was serious, and I felt blood pooling on my chest. Breathing became increasingly difficult, and I coughed up blood.

In my weakened state, I could do little to defend myself. Shepherd picked up his gun and pointed it at me, a cruel smile on his face. He said callously, "Don't take it personally."

My vision blurred, and the pain in my chest was unbearable. I knew I was in a critical state, and every second counted. I tried to focus on Shepherd's words, but the agony made it difficult to hear clearly.

With every ounce of strength left in me, I managed to rasp out, "You... coward..." My voice was weak, and each breath felt like a struggle.

Before Shepherd could shoot, I saw Price tackle him, despite his own injured body. I couldn't move from the knife in my chest. Blood trickled from my mouth and chest, and breathing became even harder. I turned my head to the side and saw that Price seemed to be outmatched by Shepherd, who now had the upper hand.

He drew his weapon, and I stretched out my arm, murmuring, "Pric...Price..."

Through the pain, I closed my eyes as a gunshot rang out, flashbacks from Ghost's end coming back to haunt me. I was useless.

A lone tear rolled down my face as I summoned up every ounce of strength I had to grab the knife lodged in my chest. The pain was intolerable as I struggled to pull it out of my body, with blood pouring out of the wound into the floor. My limbs were growing weaker by the second, and I knew that my life was hanging by a thread.

I finally gripped the knife, pulled it out of my chest, and collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. With my last reserves of strength, I hurled the knife with all my might towards Shepherd's face. He looked shocked, but it hit him square in the face, and his lifeless body fell to the ground next to Price's.

The last of my strength left me, and I fainted while the world went black around me.

Keegan's POV:

We flew into the black hawk and saw that two helicopters had crashed. I shouted to the pilot in anger, "Land here!"

He landed, and sand whipped up around us. I shouted to the men, "Be vigilant for Sergeant Yn, Captain Price, and that bastard Shepherd.

I saw blood trails on the ground and secretly hoped for the best for the two. I followed the blood trails and saw three bodies lying on the ground not far away.

I called the men and the medic over, "Here, here they are!"

We ran over to them. I went to Price quickly and saw a gunshot wound to the head. He was dead. I went to Shepherd and saw a knife in his head. He was also dead. I went to YN and checked her pulse.

It was very weak. I shouted to the medic, "GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW! GET OVER HERE NOW!" He ran over as fast as he could.

I saw the doctor throw down his bag, pull out a syringe and inject YN with something.

He shouted to us, "We need to get her back to base and quickly, otherwise she'll die."

I said to the men, "Come on, let's go!"

The doctor pulled out a foldable stretcher, and we lifted YN onto it and carried her to the black hawk.

We all climbed in and went back to the base, with the doctor frequently checking YN's pulse and placing pressure on her chest.

I rubbed my face, muttering, "I want her alive.

The other men had loaded Price's corpse into the other black hawk. I saw the medic repeatedly checking her pulse and injecting her with something.

We landed on American soil and military doctors surrounded us, taking YN down to the medical area, probably the operating room. I asked one of the doctors, "Will she make it?"

He replied, "Probably not, but we're hoping for the best." He disappeared into the operating room as well.