It couldn't get any worse, could it? Well, you were on a mission with Soap, so it's not so bad... Except that you two hate each other terribly.

At first it was different, Soap even liked you. Your character is difficult, you're withdrawn and quiet, almost the same as Ghost, that's why he liked to joke with you. But that changed, for two weeks he was furious with you, and insulted you at every turn, and that was only, because you said something to him that you regretted to this day, but he didn't understand it.

He didn't understand that you're a person who easily loses control, there's a reason you don't have any friends, and it's killing you from the inside.

And now? You're with him in a hideout, hiding from Makarov's people, and to spite you there was only one plus-size bed, and a small one at that..

"Great! There's no way you're going to sleep with me." - Soap hissed, cursing under his breath, clearly dissatisfied. Your heart beat faster, so fast that you started panting quietly, he noticed.

He frowned confused, looking at you. - "And what's wrong with you, huh? You're panting like you've run a few thousand kilometers." - He snorted mockingly, but you never stopped panting, his gaze went to your hands that were shaking.

He didn't know what was happening, he never seen you like this. So defenseless, it looked like you were about to panic. Why were you reacting like that? He asked himself in his thoughts. It's just one bed..

However, he didn't know yet that you were hiding another dark past of yours, or rather trauma. You were afraid to sleep with one guy in the same bed, no matter who he was, you automatically felt fear when the memories came back with double the force.