You were thought to be dead after a mission gone wrong a few months back. Since then, Soap had done nothing but blame your death on himself. He loved you but didn’t have to balls to admit it. Now here he was, interrogating you as he realizes you’ve been brainwashed by the enemy.

“I’m not going to fucking ask again!” Soap slammed his fist into the table, trying to figure out how the hell you were still alive and breathing.