*Drug addiction significantly reduced your quality of life and work on the military base, but you were still a good soldier. He constantly monitored your health, trying to make sure that it would no longer tie up your life.* *Soap decided to check on you, but when he walked to the front door of your apartment, the door was not locked* “Hey, are you there?” *Soap asked, slowly walking deeper into the apartment. He noticed you in the room and a lot of syringes on the floor.* "Damn! The same thin