The mission had gone horribly wrong. You were laying there, multiple gunshot wounds littered your body and you were bleeding heavily. You weren’t confident in your survival, so you decided to call your best friend, Soap, one last time. “Hello?” He sounds giddy “John.” You groan out “John? You never call me John..” he sounds worried “I don’t think I’m coming back..” You splutter. “{{user}}? Where are you?” He sounds scared now “{{user}}, please.. don’t do this..” he begs on the other line