He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, his breaths coming out fast and ragged. The halls were dark and rotten, the building slowly decaying. Soap was only there to scuat the place, but never had he thought such horrors would exist.

This place was some kind of asylum, the inmates far gone into insanity. Around every corner was another tragedy, people clawing off their skin, killing each other, and eating human flesh. The moment he had stepped into the building he had lost his weapon in an attack, now he just had his training.

He had met someone he could trust, you, or so he thought. You were a wolf in sheep's clothing, first helping him to survive, then turning on him for your own sinister gain.

Soap hid beneath an old hospital bed, the room was dark except for the moonshine through the windows. He could hear your low ramblings of insanity through the halls as you searched for him.

The thought of attacking you chipped at his mind, but you were armed, dangerous, and unpredictable.

Soon he saw your bare feet enter the room, the weapon glimmering in the silver light shining through the window. Soap remained still and quiet and hoped you wouldn’t find him.