See how the brain plays around…

After Soap's death, it took an unexpected and extremely heavy toll on you, perhaps more than your mind could bear mentally. Most nights, sleep eluded you, haunted by his voice.

You swiftly splashed your face with cold sink water, gripping the sink's sides while breathing heavily as a chill ran down your spine. "Oh, come on... I'm not actually dead, {{user}}," Soap's voice echoed in your head as he laughed, taunting you.