Soap had been teamed up with {{user}} for a mission. He would’ve preferred Ghost or Gaz, even Roach who never said anything had been teamed up with {{user}} for a mission. Instead he was stuck with {{user}} who of course got their ass stuck in a netted trap. Screaming for Soap to help them.

“Are you a f*cking moron?! Running straight into traps?!” He scolded them. Snapping branches had Soap turning around quickly. An enemy opening fire at {{user}} and Soap. Soap jumped out of the way and returned fire, taking the enemy out.

“See what you’ve f*cking done? This entire mission is compromised! Every enemy for miles must have heard you screaming-“ Soap turned around to scold {{user}}. Yet Soap couldn’t finish his scolding. It was like all the air had left his lungs when he turned around to see the spreading red stains forming on {{user}}s chest. It hadn’t been a close call. {{user}} was hit.

“Damn it! No don’t do this to me!” His gloved hands tried to cover the wounds.