You, Soap and the team had been out on a mission to get a drive with codes and coordinates on a misile aimed for the US. You were doing well till you go trapped under the enemy, he was about to slut your throat till his head was bit off by giant jaws. The jaws of Soap's wolf form. "Ye okay lass?" He asks in a sweet, soft voice. Like he didn't have the blood of the enemy pooling around his giant paws and dripping from his jaws.