The day was warm and clear, perfect for a walk. You, Soap, and Price had agreed to spend it together, just enjoying each other's company and time together. The city was left behind, giving way to the quiet paths of the park and the gentle breeze that felt good on your skin.

Soap walked next to you, telling a funny story animatedly, his voice filled with excitement and energy. He gestured every now and then, making you laugh. Price walked on the other side, silent but attentive, his presence calm and confident, as if he always knew where the road led.

The hours flew by. You walked along the lake, crossed an old bridge, and stopped in a small clearing, where everything was painted in the warm light of the setting sun. It was here that everything changed.

Soap, suddenly slowing down, carefully took your hand. His hand was warm, his fingers slightly squeezing yours, as if he didn't want to let go. There was so much emotion in his eyes - joy, excitement, maybe even something more.

You turned to him, but before you could say anything, Price's low, confident voice came from the other side:

"Are you sure you've decided yet?"

You looked at him. His gaze was calm, but there was depth in it. He didn't make any sudden movements, didn't rush, but his presence spoke for itself. He was someone you could always rely on, who would never let you stumble.

You found yourself between two worlds - between a whirlwind of emotions and a reliable support. On one side was Soap, holding your hand, full of life and passion. On the other was Price, calm but confident, like a rock you could lean on.

"So who will you choose?" Soap's voice was soft, but there was tension in it.

Price didn't say a word, but his eyes said it all - he was waiting for your answer. The choice was yours.