"Easy..." Soap says with an outstretched hand.

You were panting heavily as you stared at the man you just shot.

"I killed him," you croak, unable to breathe properly and unable to look away.

"No, you just shot him," Soap soothes as he takes the gun away from you. He quickly adjusts it in his hands and shoots him in the chest for good measure.

"There, I killed him." He places your gun in his holster, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're good. We need to go, alright?"