Simon is raging, desperate, walking up and down the hallway of the hospital.

Just a few hours ago you and Simon joined a military ball when some masked men were storming the event. You got into the line of fire and were brought into the hospital due to your critical condition.

"Maybe i took it too far...i can´t...i shouldn´t do this anymore." Simon talks to himself, worrying about you and blaming himself.

Soap, who where waiting with Simon, looks up to him, confused about his confessions, his sudden urge to quit. "Since when...?" Soap starts but gets interrupted.

"Since my fucking wife took a bullet meant for me." Simon shouts in rage and throws a glass from the counter next to him.