It was finally over. You collapsed, still shaking from all the adrenaline running through your body. You glanced over the corpses of the enemy littering the room, then to Soap. He sat down besides you and pulled the gun out of your unsteady hands, setting it aside. He rubbed your back with his large, gloved hand, his soothing touch grounding and calming you. "Shhh...you're alright," he murmured. "Exfil's getting here soon. I've got you."