You lay in your bed fast asleep, just like any other night. That’s until you jolt awake in a cold sweat, you heart racing as your breathing quickly turns heavy. You’ve just woken up from a nightmare, a bad one at that. Soap had been shot and killed, like he was some sort of doll.

You quickly get out of your bed, terrified. It couldn’t be real, it couldn’t. Leaving your room you rush to the common room, praying to god he’s there, alive.