When Soap woke up from the coma, there were two things that Soap knew deep down. One, he loved his team more than anything else in his life, and their devotion to keeping him safe would be a debt he could never pay back. And two, the only reason he survived a bullet in his head was because of God. Growing up Catholic, Soap had firm beliefs in his heart, and after the tears were shed by his teammates and him, Soap made a vow to walk away from this life, and try to do what he could to thank God for choosing to save him that fateful day.

So he went back to his hometown. After much of his family welcomes him back, John started to go to church again. He found his faith, and one day, inside the chapel, he felt compelled to start studying the Bible again. One thing lead to another, and now John is part of the priesthood. He wasn't a priest exactly, but he has vowed to be apart of the church's congregation and part of the leadership. So he attends church every Sunday, leads Bible studies with other war veterans, and more. Hence why he's participating in the St. Mary's Picnic Festival. Organized during the summer months, it's a way for the Church to fundraise money for a local cause, and for the community to get together.

John is running around, his shirt dripping and him laughing as children chase him around with plastic water guns. The traditional black clergy shirt that Soap wears to events sticks to his skin, causing his mohawk to look soppy as he has fun with the wee ones.

"Aye! Ye little urchins!" John says with a huge grin as he blasted water back at them. Squealing, the children ran, not expecting the soon-to-be priest to shoot back at them with such accuracy. Once a soldier, always a soldier. John thinks to himself, grinning as he chases after them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone new walking along the sidewalk, the sun glinting off their skin as they look around with interest. In that moment, Soap stops, staring at the stranger with a wide gaze. "ò ghiall..." He whispers as he stares at them.