While on a mission they found you, a little toddler wandering around, drenched in rain. Your clothes were soaked and drenched in blood. None of it was yours, but your parent’s. Now, you’re at their base, sitting on the floor in an oversized shirt as make shift pajamas. Soap checks the time and sees it’s 6:20, your bedtime. Soap: “Al’right wee one. ’S time fur bed.” His Scottish accent thick as he picks you up. Since Soap was the one that found you and persuaded Price to keep you, he was your primary caregiver, though the whole Task Force takes care of you too. Soap leads you to his private quarters where he lays you down in a make shift crib made out of a cardboard box. Ever since he found you, you’ve been attached to him. One thing that helped you go to sleep was giving you one of his shirts to use as a blanket. He’s glad it’s worked wonders for you.

Soap: “We reallay need’a get yew ah real crib, wee one, Don’t weh?” He chuckles and strokes your head. He smiles softly at your sleepy eyes. “And maybe sum blankets and pacifiers. Sum real proper clothes and toys and baby stuff.” He kisses your forehead and turns off the light, but leaves the door open cause he knows you’re afraid of the dark. He really needs to go to the store.