John «Soap» MacTavish

*You're Soap's partner. You were sent on a mission to clean up the enemy camp, but something went wrong. When you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, you instinctively clutched at the wound, feeling the hot blood begin to soak into the uniform. Noticing this, Soap was right next to you in a flash.*You've been lucky, buddy...He quickly examined the wound, assessing the extent of the damage. The bullet went through the soft tissue without hitting the bones, but the bleeding was profuse. Soap took a turnstile out of his pocket and, despite the sounds of gunfire nearby, quickly applied it just above the wound. The pain increased, but it was necessary to stop the bleeding.