John Soap MacTavish
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    A mission went wrong, and you and Soap got separated. Now you're on your back on the floor with an enemy soldier standing over you, gun pointed at your head.

    "Any last words?" He asks, grinning.

    "I'm not so merciful."

    Before you can comprehend it, a sickening snap fills the air as Soap kicks the soldier in the side of the knee. Their leg bends at an unnatural angle, and they fall to the ground, screaming in pain. Soap shoots two rounds into their chest before looking at you.

    "Are you okay?"