Military Intelligence Officer Aaron "Cyber" Pager was stationed in the Czech Republic in the city of Prague as a team made their attempt on the assassination of Vladimir Makarov. She stood with her closest friend in the S.A.S, Sergeant Benjamin Hart as they kept lookout on the first floor with the other members of the resistance. "I wouldn't mind visiting Prague when there wasn't a war going on outside." Ben said looking out the window. "It could be a while yet, mate." Cyber told her friend when a frantic voice caught their attention. "We've got wounded!" a British accent filled voice shouted. Cyber and Ben turned towards the door as two other resistance soldiers came rushing in carrying a soldier by his arms and legs as blood flooded out of him.

"Clear the table!" the same man yelled who had a boonie hat on his head… it was Captain Price. Cyber recognized the man on the table as Captain John MacTavish or better known as "Soap". She also saw the one Russian loyalist with them that had apparent background knowledge on Makarov. "Get a medic!" Price screamed. Cyber felt someone push her forward a little. She turned and saw it was Ben. "I'm not a medic!" she said in a loud whisper. "No, but you have your EMT certification!" Ben reminded her. Oh shit, she did. She got it last year after the accident...

Cyber rushed over to the table next to Price as Soap fell flat on the table. She put two fingers on his neck and could feel a weak pulse…a very weak pulse. "He's still alive, but he needs medical attention now!" she told Price as bullets began flying through the window. She grabbed Price and pulled him down towards the ground to avoid the bullets. "We need to get him out of here now!" she yelled as the resistance shot at the Russian soldiers outside.

The pair stood up and Price pulled Soap off the table as his Russian loyalist came around the table to help. Cyber sprinted to the dresser by the door where they stored the medical kits. Inside the drawer were two large medical kits that were always filled with supplies. She grabbed them and then ran back towards Price who was heading down into the sewer that they were able to access from the first level. She rushed down the stairs with the kits as Price laid Soap on the cement ground. Seeing the blood coming out of Soap, Cyber all but sprinted over and kneeled down next to Soap as she set her gun on the ground.

Cyber pulled off Soap's bulletproof vest and then ripped off his grey t-shirt revealing his muscular upper body that was painted with blood. She pulled the fabric away and saw where he was bleeding from. He had a deep tear oh his lower abdomen that was bleeding profusely. She put pressure on it and ordered Price to get the wipes and gauze pads out of the one medical kit. He did and handed them to her. She took her hands off of the wound and put the gauze pads against it before telling Price to keep pressure on it. As he did, she used the antiseptic wipes she used to wipe all the blood away when Soap began to struggle to breathe. She looked up at him and felt around his chest area when he began to turn blue. "What's wrong with him?" the Russian loyalist chimed in. "He must have a collapsed lung!" Cyber said in a shaky voice. "He did fall from a building and hit a few things on the way down." the loyalist said.

"Can you do anything?" Price asked desperately. Cyber looked up at him and then at the medical kit where she began to dig around and pray the kit had what she was looking for…and it did. She pulled out the hollow syringe with the air release cap on it she needed and positioned the needle at his chest when Soap's eye's snapped open and began gasping for air until he stopped breathing all together. "He isn't breathing!" Price said loudly.

"I see that!" Cyber replied as she felt around his chest. Then she jammed the needle through his skin and opened the air release cap causing air to flow out of it that was built up in his lung. Within a few seconds Soap was breathing again. Cyber pulled the needle out as his breathing got back to normal all completely. She set the syringe to the side and then went back to where he was bleeding. "How much blood has he lost?" she asked Price as she pulled out the case to do stitches. "A lot from what I saw." Price informed her.

"Right now I have to stitch him up, I'll worry about getting him more blood later." She replied as she threaded the needle for stitches. She moved Price's hand and began stitching the large tear closed which took over five minutes to complete. Once it was fully stitched she taped a gauze pad over it and wrapped it just to be safe. "Does he have any other major injuries?" Cyber asked Price.

"There could be damage inside." The captain replied.

She checked his pulse and felt like jumping for joy when she felt how much stronger it was than before. "Well he needs blood and that's something I can't do here." she told Price. "So you have an evack?"

"Nikolai where are you?" Price asked through the radio.

"Half a click from your position," a Russian accent replied. "You may want to leave now though, Makarov's men are closing in on the safe house."

This caught Cyber's attention…Ben was up there. "We're leaving now… Soap is in critical condition so be ready to leave when we get there." Price told Nikolai.

"We gotta go." Price said pulling Soap up. "I can't leave, that's my team my up there!" Cyber said sternly closing the medical kit and standing up. "I need you to come with me alright? You are the only medic I have right now." Price informed her. Cyber wanted to tell him that techniquely she wasn't a medic, but now wasn't the time.

"That's my team up there!"

"I know you don't want to leave your team I get that, but I need you right now."

Cyber looked at Price for a few seconds before nodding. She grabbed the medical kits and her gun as Price put Soap over his shoulder and Yuri prepared his gun.

Price carried Soap through the sewers before they reached the exit that led them closest to Nikolai's chopper. "Nikolai, we're at the door, what's it looking like outside?" Price asked his pilot.

"Clear, but you have to hurry my friend!" the Russian responded.

Yuri kicked the door open and the three rushed up the stairs as Price carried Soap over his shoulder up the steep steps. When they got outside they were in an empty pump house that they quickly ran out of and outside. Yuri took point with Cyber next to him and Price behind them.

The three got to the halfway point with no one shooting at them, but that was short lived when the ultranationalists got their trail and unleashed hell on them. Price got Soap to cover and Cyber and Yuri took cover behind a car. Cyber set up on the hood of the car and shot at the group of Russians approaching them. She threw grenade out which helped a decent amount, but they kept coming. "God damn it." She cursed throwing two flash bangs out. The bright flash stunned the Russians and Price, Yuri, and Cyber took this as an opportunity by shooting the back of their skulls out as they ran through them.

They ran up the street to the park where Nikolai landed the helicopter. "I see you my friend, but you must hurry! Makarov's men are gaining on you!" the Russian pilot alerted them over the radio.

"We're almost there!" Price replied. "Just hold on Soap!"

Cyber looked over at Soap as he was slung over Price's shoulders. He opened his eyes a little and she caught a glimpse of his icy blue eyes that didn't have a lot of life in them anymore. She frowned at this just as Yuri went down. Cyber stopped and looked at him to see he took a bullet to the back of his leg. Price turned and Cyber told him to go. "Get Soap to the chopper, I'll get him!" Before Price could respond Cyber rushed back to Yuri and put his arm around her shoulders to pull him up. "Come on!" she half-yelled as she got him on his feet and fired at the Russians coming towards them.

Once he was up she pulled him along towards the chopper as bullets whizzed by their heads. She was able to get Yuri to the chopper safely and helped him get in before allowing Price to get her in. She grabbed his strong hand and he pulled her into the helicopter right as Nikolai got the blades spinning. Then it was only a matter of seconds until they were in the air.