'Johnny "Soap"

The cold wind stung her cheeks. The clock on your phone was counting down the minutes until you were late. You scolded yourself for not getting out five minutes earlier. The ice-covered sidewalk glinted treacherously under the streetlights. As you took another step, you slipped and closed your eyes, waiting for a solid fall.

Someone grabbed you firmly by the elbow, not letting you fall, and helped you to your feet.

"Wow..." you muttered, turning around to thank your savior. And they froze. Before you stood Soap. The last time you saw him on the laptop screen was when he contacted the team during the task. But recently his mission ended, and you, mired in everyday affairs, completely forgot that he was supposed to come.

The guy let go of your hand and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Be careful." he said.