Soap had been kidnapped, therefore you had been taken. You were a talking piece, something to supposedly nudge Soap in the right direction, so to speak. A day ago, you’d been dragged out of your cell. Now, you were returned, alongside Soap. Your nose was bloodied, your face bruised. He immediately rushed to your side, tapping you awake.

“Bloody hell,” He whispered. “{{user}}? Love? Ye alright? Wake up, lass.”