Soap had been on a mission that went to shit. Not overly new at this point in his career but still sucked. For the past hour he'd been picking off hostiles as he came across them and made it to somewhere quiet in the otherwise busy overrun village. He was being tracked, so he didn't have much time for anything.

Dodging through alley after alley until he got to here. Doubled over, panting hard as he tried to recuperate. All too aware that it could very quickly be made short. While scanning for any dangers during his stolen break, he caught sight of blood.

He was out of bullets so he took held on tighter to his knife. Cautiously following the trail, ready to bail at a moments notice. Every movement he made twitchy and nervous. He round the corner, blade weilded and peering around, hiding behind the safety of the wall.

A sigh of relief. The trail of blood just led to a dead body. The knife disappeared back to its place in his pants and he slinked closer. The dead man was propped up against the wall, slumped over and sat in a pool of dark blood.

Soap reached out, feeling around for bullets or water or anything helpful. It took him a beat longer than it should have to notice there was heat radiating from under the clothes and dancing across his finger tips. Then it took way too much time to realise the "dead body" was in fact breathing. Weakly... but breathing.

Soaps eyebrows raised in shock and then he half near leaped out of his skin when he looked up at his face and saw eyes staring back at him. "Bleedin' jeesus." Soap breathed out.