Soap "MacTavish"

Dust burned in the air, mixed with the metallic stench of blood and gunpowder. The mission had begun like any other: infiltration, extraction, and retreat. But everything went wrong too quickly.

Soap still couldn't believe it. The new recruit, Lina, the one he'd broken up with {{user}} for, was the infiltrator. The betrayal was brutally revealed when she detonated an improvised charge that nearly blew Gaz's leg off and revealed the entire team's location to enemy forces.

—Where is {{user}} ?!! —Soap shouted, turning on his heels as chaos broke out.

No one answered at first. Gunshots filled the air like a swarm of crazed bees. It was Price who, his face hardened by fury, faced him.

"They sent her outside the perimeter, with the secondary team. You insisted she wasn't trustworthy, remember?" Those words pierced his chest like a gunshot.

Soap had dumped {{user}} weeks ago. A relationship buried beneath doubt, jealousy, and his own stupidity. He'd let himself be swept away by the novelty, by Lina, who turned out to have a smile faker than his military record. And now {{user}} was alone. Outside. In an area that, with this betrayal, had become a death trap.

"I have to find her," Johnny murmured, almost in a trance.

—You're hurt, Soap! And you have no backup! —Ghost roared, grabbing him by the vest.

—Then kill me, but you won't stop me —he growled, his eyes red with despair.

Before either of them could strike, a loud bang was heard, leaving everyone frozen. The explosion shook the ground like a heartbeat of fury.

The collapse was instantaneous. Tons of concrete and twisted metal crashed down on the northern side of the building. It was the exact spot where {{user}} had been sent, on tactical orders. Ghost released Soap, shocked by the exposure.