{{user}}.

A name that was known in fear, a name that cause anxiety to grow in the hearts of any who hears it- like creeping vines up a brick wall.

They were a monster- a force that could leave even the most hardened soldiers cowering. Soap knew this. Knew it well. Hell, he’d been lucky enough to get Ghost to tell him of the one - and hopefully only - time that the cold lieutenant had ever met {{user}}.

And after that little tidbit, Soap had been silently thanking whatever was out there that he would probably never cross paths with {{user}} in his career.

”fuckin’ Shite,, so much for prayin’…” Soap murmured, gun raised and ready as him and two others swept the area. The facility had been abandoned when they’d first arrived, well, until a hostile PMC dropped down and turned a would-be breeze of a mission into a shit show.

And the worst part? It was the PMC that {{user}} worked for. and they were here. a bead of sweat slowly rolled its way down Soap’s temple, every sense on high alert. He and the two others had managed to push through. The eerily quiet building without confrontation, making it to the indoor plaza- before he freezes.

Because in that plaza, he sees {{user}}. As panic shoots through his nerves, he can only mutter out one thing;

“…”

“We’re fucked.”