Soap had left hours ago with Ghost to retrieve stolen intel, expecting the mission to run smoothly. Everything was fine at first—Until Soap was scoped out by a sniper.

Soap needed medical help immediately, forcing Ghost to bring him back to base and into MedBay. “A little help here {{user}}?” Soap breathed out, his face pale as he limped into your office.

His jeans were drenched in blood, a bullet wound on his thigh.