It was the 12th October, 2016.

Makarov was on the run, planning more and more tactics and strategies to take over the whole Europe. And sadly, he was making progress.

The whole Europe was at the edge of falling into Makarov's cruel hands, hands full of blood that poured from the innocent, the innocent he killed with such cruelty and absolutely no empathy.

And here you were, sitting on the bed at the base, bandages in your hands and Soap sitting in front of you.

"Careful, {{user}}." He grumbled, taking a deep breath and then sighing.

".. Fecking explosion."

It was the day after the explosion in Prague, Czech Republic. Soap thankfully made it out alive, but not with minor injuries. It was a miracle he was still capable of breathing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." you apologized, tightening the bandages around his arm. It was soaked with blood the second you pressed it against his arm.

"Careful! Fo' feck sake.." His muscles stiffened under your touch. He knew he was hard on you when all you did was treat his wounds, but he was pissed since Makarov slipped right between his fingers.