you and soap had always been at each others throats, constantly

you were one of makarovs soilders, one of his best, time and time again you had been sent after the 141 to kill and destroy their team, and time and time again they always slipped away until they couldn’t

“Soap? How funny to see you here” you taunt the injured sergeant

as you smirk down at him your gun held at his head you hesitated for a moment

in seconds his team-ghost, gaz, and price-had found him and had you cornered