John Soap MacTavish
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    Your team had been ambushed.

    You had been thrown back by an explosion, air knocked out of your lungs. You were in a daze as you felt your body be dragged behind cover. You blinked a few times before looking up at your savior.

    “Steamin’ Jesus! You alright there?” Soap asked you, a concerned look on his face.