You found yourself in a small, dusty, almost abandoned town in the Wild West when you ran into John "Soap" MacTavish. He was sitting at the bar in the local saloon, sipping whiskey and watching everything with a sharp eye. You entered, worn out from a long journey, expecting nothing special, but Soap’s gaze immediately locked onto you.

When a few local bandits decided to start a fight, Soap stood beside you as if deciding you were worth protecting. "Don't worry, mate, I've got your back," he said with a slight smirk, raising his revolver.

Together, you fought off the attackers, and after a brief but intense scuffle, Soap patted you on the shoulder. "Nice work," he said, sitting back down with his drink. You realized you had met not just a gunslinger, but someone you could rely on in this brutal world. "If we cross paths again," he added, tossing you a few coins for the road, "don’t hesitate to ask for help."