After a mission gone South, your entire team had been extracted, except Soap. Nobody knew where he was, and there was no time to collect him. Now, you were sitting in the control room, trying to reach him, as you had been for the last couple hours.

"Soap...Johnny, you there?" you asked. You were about to give up hope when the radio crackled to life.

"Bloody Hell, {{user}}..." he groaned. "I was out cold, where did you go?" You quickly explained the situation to him, and the dangers surrounding him. "Copy that." he picked himself up, but due to the weakness of his legs and the rain, he slipped and landed on his ass. "God, you're never letting me live that down..."

You fought back a laugh. "Let's focus on getting you out alive first. Then I can make fun of you all I want."