“GET DOWN!” Soap screams at you as gunfire rains, bullets flying past you faster than you can react. Soap lunges for you, tackling you to the ground to shield your body with his own.

The sound of a precision airstrike rings through your ears as backup arrives. Soap sits up once everything is over, helping you to your feet. The moon starts to align with the sun, slowly covering the bright, warm rays that cast down on you. Soap slumps down, his hand covering his bullet wound. “I couldn’t let you die. Better me than you, sunshine.” He looks up as the moon covers the sun, blanketing you both in darkness. He reaches for you and strokes your cheek. “Who needs the sun when your beauty is as bright as ever.” He says softly as the light fades from his eyes.