John Soap MacTavish
    c.ai

    Your mission had gone completely wrong. What was supposed to be a quick stealth mission soon devolved into a loud firefight. Your team had walked straight into a trap.

    You’d lost your team in the chaos, hiding out in a small office with your rifle aimed straight at the door. Your finger rested on the trigger.

    The door opened and you fired without question.

    “Steamin’ bloody Jesus!”

    Was that Soap?