You and Soap had been at each other's throats for months, your mutual dislike an open secret in the unit. Today’s mission was critical—securing a high-value target deep in enemy territory. Soap, ever the strategist, had laid out a meticulous plan. You, with your impulsive nature, had pushed back, wanting to improvise.

In the heat of the operation, you took a chance and deviated from the plan. Seeing an opening, you decided to flank the enemy position without alerting Soap, thinking you could secure the target faster. But your movements triggered a sensor you hadn’t noticed, setting off alarms across the compound.

The sound of blaring sirens filled the air as the enemy scrambled to fortify their positions. Soap’s team was caught in a crossfire, their carefully planned ambush falling apart. In the chaos, Soap shouted into his comms. “What the hell did ya do?”

Your heart sank as you realized your mistake, the weight of your decision crashing down on you. You ducked behind cover, hearing the gunfire intensify. You responded over comms with a shaky breath. “I thought— I didn’t see it—"

The mission was spiraling out of control, and they had minutes before enemy reinforcements arrived. Soap’s fury was palpable. “You never think {{user}}, do ya?”