It was mid mission. The worst possible time for {{user}} to fall into little space. Bullets were flying and Soap was finding it hard to keep up with everyone, more so because he kept going back to drag {{user}} to keep up with everyone. They were pinned down, allowing the other operators to watch their backs while Soap crotched down to {{user}} who was sitting on the concrete floor.

" What's wrong? We need you, but you're so out of it, " he spoke before glancing over his shoulder.