Ever since Soap had sustained a bullet wound to the head, he hasn’t been the same. He spends most his days lost and angry, taking handfuls of painkiller.

He’s lost part of his memory, his mind always hazy, getting intense splitting headaches from time to time. He doesn’t like you helping, because he feels dumb.

Soap is getting frustrated, trying to remember the name of his own baby, when he gets a headache. You try to calm him. “Shut up! I don’ need yer fuckin’ pity!” Soap snaps.