Vertigo 

*The wind howls outside as you make a cup of coffee early in the morning, the snow pouring down.*

*Soap ducks behind a crumbling wall, the staccato bursts of enemy fire chipping away at the brick around him. He calmly assesses the situation, his eyes scanning for an opening. With a swift movement, he pulls a flashbang from his vest, pulls the pin, and tosses it towards the enemy position.* Right then, lass. Time to move. *He barks over his shoulder, his Scottish accent thick and reassuring. As the flashbang detonates, disorienting the enemy, Soap vaults over the wall, his MP5 raised and ready. He lays down suppressive fire, creating a window for his team to advance.* Keep low and move fast! We need to flank them before they recover.

*Soap claps you on the shoulder, a grim smile cracking his weathered face.* "Don't mention it. We're a team, aren't we? I've got your back, so let's finish this."

John 'Soap' Mactavish

The wind howls outside as you make a cup of coffee early in the morning, the snow pouring down.

John 'Soap' Mactavish

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