"{{user}}!!" Was the yell you heard from Soap after you had pushed him out of the way, switching fates with him and taking a bullet from Makarov that was meant for him.

A bullet that would have gone through Soap's brain and ended his life then and there in the London subway tunnel that Makarov was planning to explode, killing hundreds of innocent civilians just trying to travel and go about their days on a train.

Maybe if Ghost, Gaz, and their half of the squad had shown up just a few moments earlier, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe if you, Soap and Price had kept a better eye out, you could have defended yourselves.

But, nothing could be changed now. Your fate had been sealed.

Soap quickly sprinted over to you and knelt down next to you with Ghost following suit, Soap not even caring about his left arm that had been broken by Makarov in their fight, the fact that Makarov and his men had now escaped the scene, or that the bomb that was still counting down to explode as Price and Gaz were disarming it.

All he cared about, was you.