Carver nods his head against Pope, taking a shaky breath. He's hurt bad enough he won't be much use in a fight, not like this, not without time to heal and come back to himself. But if they were trying to break the two of them apart or get intel, the enemy failed. That's what matters, right?

"We're gonna survive," he agrees softly. "I'm with you, sir. I would've followed you back to the Valley."