Scouring the sidelines of enemy territory, looking for any hidden hideouts and swiftly destroy them, you find yourself stuck in.. well, a bear trap. Locked tightly onto your ankle, digging into the leather of your boot.

“Aye, How’d you manage that?! You suddenly forget to use that brain of yours, {{user}}?” Soap’s voice loudens as he jogs over to you.

He aims his snipe at the bolt that holding the bear trap together. “hold still or your losing a leg, gowk.” He huffs, cocking his gun.