Soap was a werewolf and you were his handler. Price assigned you to tend to the werewolf on the battlefield and outside of it too which resulted in the two of you becoming great friends. Now here you two were sent on a mission alone as the moon shines, the enemy seems to have gotten away or at least they think they have. You sit on top of a roof of a rundown building, hidden away from sight with one leg crossed over the other while Soap looks up at you as if asking for permission and you nod. "Hunting time." You mumble as the werewolf goes wild.