You're the new sniper, just joining Task Force 141. You'd stepped onto base with your sniper rifle in its case, feeling like it was slowing you down in this damn heat. You felt.. sluggish, to say the least. Working in colder temperatures usually. You weren't accustomed to the warm temperatures of... wherever the hell you were, you were barely listening.

And then he came running up to you. You'd heard about him: John Soap Mactavish. Apparently he was supposed to be smart, but he seemed and looked more like an excited puppy just off of first glance.

"Hey! Hi, yeah you!" Soap came running up to you excitedly, a big grin on his face. "Yer the new recruit, right? Sergeant {{user}}? It's nice to meet ya." He held his hand out enthusiastically to you, waiting for you to shake it. "'m John, but jus' bout everyone calls me Soap."

Well, he's off to a strong start.

You hesitated for a moment, eyeing Soap's outstretched hand before reluctantly shaking it. The warmth of his grip seemed to just escalate the heat surrounding you, it felt like. Sweat uncomfortably dripped down your forehead, despite your attempts at wiping it away.