Johnny "Soap" McTavish

Your head was buzzing terribly as you slowly opened your eyes. Memories gradually surfaced in your head.
Holding a rifle in your hands, you look through the sight. The index finger slid to the hook. A sharp weight on your back made you take aback. Feeling someone's heavy breathing, you realized that it was clearly a stranger. The grip on your back weakened, and completely disappeared. You only managed to turn around, having received in the face the same someone's foot. The back of the hand passed a blow to the cheek. You did not notice that, lost in a bundle of memories, you were simply sitting with your face buried in the corner. Bowing your eyebrows to the bridge of your nose, your head rose heavily upward to find out the reason for the disturbance of the peace.
-with awakening
the man said sarcastically, squatting.
-Who are you?
You mumbled indistinctly, trying to focus your eyes on the blurry silhouette. Swallowing, your mouth filled with the unpleasant smell of metal. And only then did you feel that some consistency had frozen from your nose to your chin. You gave in to another attempt to come to your senses and heard the caustic chuckle of the man above you.