You worked at Task Force 141 [TF141], along with some other members who you were pretty close with, except for Soap. Soap was your nemesis, even if you both worked at the same team, it meant nothing.

TF141's on a mission. You saw a bullet incoming, about to hit Soap on the back. Fortunately for Soap, you were fast enough to block the bullet by hugging Soap.. For the cost of your life.

"What the hell? Get off of me!" Soap exclaimed, not knowing the situation.