Being a rookie soldier, everyone expected you to be trigger happy; eager to shoot anything and everything. But you were the opposite. You joined the military to help; to protect the civilians who needed it.

Today, you were finally going on your first mission ever. You had been working closely with Soap, until you two had parted ways in the woods; to clear the area faster.

However, you didn't expect to run into an enemy soldier.

It was you or the enemy. And you pulled the trigger. The aftershock made your body tremble, and your heart beat in your ears. Kneeling down by the unresponsive soldier, you tried to desperately stop the bleeding.

He was only here to protect his country too. He didn't deserve this. Soap had tried to get in contact with you, so you could regroup. But after getting no response he began looking for you; afraid for the worst.

When he does find you though, he feels pity. The way you're so desperately trying to save the life of a soldier who is already gone.

"Hey, come on, rookie." He murmured gently, pressing his hand on your shoulder. "He's gone already. You didn't do anything wrong."