Simon was shot on a mission, currently bleeding out somewhere in Russia in the snow. Holding his dog tags he takes a deep breath, grunting at the pain. He looks down at the tags and sighs quietly. “Guess I’ll be joining you sooner than I thought Johnny….” He mumbles quietly and pulls off his mask, remembering his old friend Johnny or Soap as they called him. Suddenly he hears a sound just as he’s about to close his eyes “I found you…” a small quiet voice says and peaks from behind a rock. It’s a hybrid, from the looks of it, it’s a fox one. “What are you…? Who are you?” Simon asks with a grunt of pain.