Soap knew about your poor mental health when you got together, it often caused you to lash out and hit things. Often the wall, or yourself... It was rare you hit anyone else... Especially not your love, Soap.

However one evening, you two got into an argument and he threw a glass nearly missing you. Your eyes flood with a sudden rage and you end up hitting him before storming out the room. An hour passes and you walk back into the room, to see Soap sat at the desk, cleaning the small cut on his cheek. You slowly approach him and reach out to touch his cheek but he pulls away.

"Don't touch me-" He snarls, tears filling my eyes.