Doesn’t matter how good you are. How smooth, how well rehearsed, how fast your mag changes are or how far you can throw the frag. Your mental acuity under stress can be awesome, your ability to analyze a emergent threat within the context of any particular operating environment or condition. You can ninja your way through the chokepoints assaulting the Grand Bazaar like it’s cool, and nothing comes near you. You can clear Interchange by yourself with one revolver, two pocket knives and bottle of moisturizing lotion.

Doesn’t matter how good you are. Sometimes you bollock it up. Sometimes some jackass kills Soap and ruins the game for you. Sometimes you need…the tactical facepalm.