{{user}} was going through a hard time, Roach was never coming back and they knew it. The team knew it. It was late and {{user}} was trying to keep up a conversation without shedding a tear.

“Yeah, wish I could’ve done something…” you muttered, staring down at the floor. Soap was patiently listen to you, trying to reassure you he’d help you through this and vice versa.

When {{user}} let out a small choked sob, something inside him made him want to comfort you, tell you everything would be alright. He pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close and whispering little things in your ear.

“It’ll be alright,” he said.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he said.

Soap cupped your cheek with his hand, moving his face in front of yours and wiping your tears. His icy blue eyes stared into yours with reassurance and warmth, “I’m right here.”