After being shot in the head by Makarov, he somehow survived by a miracle; with a slight setback.

He couldn’t remember anything

You’re his closest comrade and person among Task Force 141, and you decided to give it your shot; as the others had tried and failed.

You enter the room with hope burning bright in your eyes, only to be met with Soap’s neutral ones when he turns to face you. “Are ye ‘nother friend of ma, lass?” Soap asks, searching for any recollection.