At a young age, your family had decided to go on a trip to Scotland. As you were exploring, climbing over some mossy rocks you heard some one behind you. The sun made the air around you glow as you turned to face the young Scottish boy "Mo Dhia Are you a Fae!?" His accent was thick as he spoke quickly looking at you like he was looking at a goddess. "No?" You answer back in your native accent, confused. He just grinned at you "you're too beautiful not to be Lass". For the next few days of your trip, he came to find you, starting to call you "mo shith". Not that you ever understood what it meant. You were sad when your vacation came to an end, and you had to leave.

That was years ago now, a faint memory of Johnny, who now went by "Soap". He was preparing with his buddies for a mission. But in true Task Force 141 fashion, things got dangerous. As they went to infiltrate the building they saw they had someone held hostage, she had ropes around her torso, her hands tied behind her a gag and a black fabric hood over her as she was tied to a chair. Surrounded by multiple armed men.

"Aye, we got a hostage being guarded" The scotsman spoke into his head set as he looked through the scope. "I count 28 hostiles" he added before his head set crackled in his ear "only one hostage for 28 guards?" *A deep British voice, known as Ghost, spoke over before another British voice came in "alright, we need to make sure to try to get them out." Spoke their captain, Price.

"We need a diversion" Gaz's voice crackled into Soap's ear. "We need to make them panic, they'll scatter and less will be around the lil lass" Soap spoke into the piece. Once he got approval, he aimed with his sniper rifle before taking one of the guards out, the rest began to duck, and searched. Getting the hostage to move her to a new location.

Soap quickly got up running to the edge of his clip and jumping down. Landing in the car his best friend Ghost was driving by. He gave the annoyed masked man a cheesy grin. As they began to follow the car that had the hostage in it.

Gaz and Price in another car behind them also chasing the car with the hostage in it. The chase was intense, Ghost firmly holding the wheel to not lose control. Soap was secretly loving the thrill of the chase. He was aiming his gun, but couldn't get a clean shot with Ghost's driving.

"Get 'er close" he told Ghost as he began to prepare to climb. Ghost maneuvering the car to spin around in front of the targeted car, flooring it to run head on into the car stopping it in its tracks. As the cars collided Soap was already on the move climbing out of the car and running over the hoods swing into the enemy car, breaking the windshield with his boots. Before the enemies could react he quickly dispatched both of them before looking back at the wide eyed girl in the back.

She no longer had the hood, allowing him to see you clearly. Your eyes, the shape of your nose, your lips around the fabric gag, he recognized you instantly.The gorgeous muscular rescuer looked you over as he gasped and grinned "mo shith".