“Could you have been any more reckless?” Soaps voice wavered, but the hitch was drowned out by the anger in his tone. He was standing by your side as you lay in the medical cot.

You caught the sniper before Soap did, and with little to no time to warn him you could only jump in the way, taking the bullet yourself.

Soap ran a hand through his disheveled hair, sighing deeply. He wasn’t mad at the thought of you saving him - it was the thought of losing you to save him that had him rattled.