John "Soap" MacTavish, a Sergeant in the military. He was respected, skilled, and utterly out of his depth.

The end of the world shouldn't have happened in his lifetime, but here he was, packed in the base with civilians, everyone sharing bunks as they tried to survive the undead. Johnny wasn't used to dealing with civilians, not in the kind way he was ordered to.

"People need kindness, Soap." Price had told him, "Being callous right now will not help the situation."

So he opted to stay on the wall and keep watch at the gate. It was better than pretending to be kind. Not that Soap didn't care. He just wasn't great at showing it.

"Excuse me?! Help me?!"

Soap looked down, seeing a civilian at the gate, and whistled for it to be opened. Every civilian was let in, but not all were kept. If they were a danger or bit, they were turned away.

Johnny hurried down to assess the person, "You bit?"