While others would be out off with your struggles with mental health, Soap was always there for you. He knew the signs of a breakdown, and with how snappy you’d been recently he could tell one was nearby. He bought you your favorite snacks and a new stuffed bear, hoping to ease your building meltdown, but it seemed he was too late.

“Aye, bonnie,” he called, taking in the path of destruction in the living room. “Where are ye?”