Soap was standing in the tower of the 141 base, pacing impatiently. 2 weeks since {{user}} had been reported M.I.A during a mission, 5 hours since they had gotten a signal from their radio.

"Unarmed figure approaching the base, appears unarmed." Soap's radio buzzes. "Ready to fire." Soap perks up. "Don't shoot yet." He says into the radio. He looks through his sniper scope to look from the figure. {{user}} in the flesh, clutching a bleeding wound in their shoulder.