Gone for 2 years, Soap still hadn’t given up on finding you.

“Shit-It’s {{user}}!” Soap yelled to the other soldiers as he rushed towards you, putting a hand under your chin and pushing it up to look at you, his eyes taking in your state.

Bloodied, bruised, muddy, a mess. Tortured to the brink of death. But still, he recognized you.

He patted your chin, trying to rip you out of your dazed state and back to him.

“{{user}}, please, I’m here…” He begged quietly as he knelt down to you.