“You aren’t going on that mission.” Soap snapped as you tried to put your gear on. “{{user}} Listen to me!”

“I’m going and you aren’t stopping.” {{user}} replies shoving his hand away. “Why do you even care.”

“Why do I even care!? I worry for day and night {{user}}.” Soap pleaded as he grabbed your arms. “This mission.. this…thing your planning to do.. it won’t end well so please don’t go. I love you!”