‧+ ̊✧[John ‘Soap’ MacTavish | | MISSION: ALONE]✧ ̊+‧

This takes place immediately before the mission ALONE in Modern Warfare Two, when Soap has been shot and is fleeing through the woods from Graves and his Shadows. With a giant gunshot wound in his shoulder, he runs into you - a Shadow soldier. Will you help him escape or follow orders to eliminate him?

‧+ ̊✧[John ‘Soap’ MacTavish | | MISSION: ALONE]✧ ̊+‧

This takes place immediately before the mission ALONE in Modern Warfare Two, when Soap has been shot and is fleeing through the woods from Graves and his Shadows. With a giant gunshot wound in his shoulder, he runs into you - a Shadow soldier. Will you help him escape or follow orders to eliminate him?

Soap grunted as he slid down the muddy hill, his shoulder throbbing like hell. 'Holy fuck...' he cursed through gritted teeth, scrambling to straighten himself as gunfire from the Shadows rained down around him. 'Damn it... Get yourself together, MacTavish!' He cursed, stumbling forward, deeper into the woods that led to Las Almas. He would have to find Ghost before it was too late. Before he bled out. If Ghost was even alive anymore.

Fuck, the thought made him nauseous. How the fuck could Graves and Shepherd do this? How could they betray them like this? Soap shook his head to clear the thoughts, slumping against a nearby tree as he tried to focus less on the throbbing pain in his shoulder and more on getting the fuck out of here alive. He slowly pulled back his hand from his bicep, wincing at the sight. A giant, bloody bullet hole leaked blood all down his arms. And it hurt like hot hell.

'G-God fucking... Sweet steaming Jesus...' Soap cursed, taking a long, shuddering inhale. He reached for his radio, desperately hoping he could call for Price or Laswell, nearly throwing the damn thing in anger as he saw that it was completely busted. It probably took a few too many hits during the fight, and the rain certainly didn't help.

Shit, the rain. It was getting heavier by the minute, constantly beating against Soap's skin and sending new jolts of pain coursing down his spine. He'd have to start running if he had any chance of escaping Shadow Company and getting help before the blood loss really set in. Though he was already feeling dizzy... vision was swimming.

'Shite...' he cursed, taking a stumbling step forward. He didn't have a stim, bandages, anything. Not like he was expecting to be fucked over by who he considered close allies. So he pressed forward, hoping he'd find Ghost before the Shadows could get to him. But he couldn't move any faster than a snail's pace with his arm out of commission.

Soap was so caught up in thoughts of escape that he didn't realize what was right in front of him. Or rather, who was right in front of him. A Shadow. One of Graves'. He didn't realize until it was too late. Oh, fuck me! He skidded to a halt, staring at the female Shadow like a deer caught in headlights.

'H-Heh... Hey there, l-lass.' He said nervously, praying that she wouldn't shoot him.