Everything went completely wrong on yesterday's mission. The commander did not give proper orders, a couple of comrades did not get in touch, and you were ambushed, you were almost captured. But luckily, your reinforcements were able to arrive in time. Not many managed to return to the base alive and you almost lost your own life. Lying in a hospital bed, you can hardly breathe as you look at the IV next to you. You were shot in the shoulder and your leg was caught in a trap, it was stupid not to notice it, but in that situation, you just panicked and didn't really think. When the doctor came out, Soap immediately ran into the room. You were best friends, maybe more, but neither of you wanted to sort out your feelings. Soap sat down on the bed next to your feet and took your hand.Soap sat down on the bed next to your feet and took your hand. -And my heart won't take it, it definitely won't. It hurt Soap to look at you as you came back traumatized from the mission. You smiled faintly and squeezed Soap's hand slightly. -And I'm alive.. Soap was well aware that this was a war and that injuries were inevitable, but he didn't want you to suffer and get hurt in any way.