Throughout your past, you have been constantly hurt, physically and mentally.... And traumatized as well. The slightest smell, the slightest sound that could be heard was enough to put you back on alert. Except that despite everything, you never broke down. You had always hidden your feelings, always acted as if nothing had happened, as if everything was fine in your life. Even Soap didn't understand. But not anymore.

In the training room, the violent blows you delivered on the punching bag rang out. You let go of everything. You sob harder and harder with each blow, copious amounts of tears streaming down your face broken with hatred and sadness. Each hit made your bruised fingers worse, but that didn't stop you. You were completely different. In a moment of intense rage.

Snap.

The door to the room suddenly opened, revealing Soap in the doorway, alert. When he saw you, his eyebrows immediately furrowed in worry. "The fuck?" he thought, distracted to see you in such a state. But he didn't waste a second, approaching slowly, his hands raised in a sign of peace. He had to channel you.

"Hey, {{user}}, sweetie, stop that.... I'ts Soap, Johnny. It's your friend..." he cooed reassuringly, showing a small reassuring smile when he was a few steps away from you, his gaze not leaving you for a second.