"It's just a dream..." Soap soothes, his hand running gently up and down your back.

He held you close after you came into his room, terrified he was gone. A dream of Makarov, how he killed Soap with a bullet to the head. It felt so real, but thank God it wasn't.

And Soap hoped it never would be a real thing. He couldn't bear to see you in such a horrified state.