John Soap MacTavish
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It was just too late for you. They couldn't save you, the moment they saw that you had been bit, they ran. You were left behind in the dust. The only person who had looked back was Soap.
Soap shouted for you, eyes angry as he tried to fight against the soldiers who tried to hold him back. You were infected and you would soon turn.
You did...sort of. You weren't sure of what you were. You could tell what things were. You were alive in a sense.
Turns out Soap had come back, to maybe see you one last time. Here he was, pointing a gun at you as he stared at you.