A safe house is a creaky door that hides secrets, not danger. A place where the walls whisper stories, but not threats. A place where the heart can finally breathe easy. But not in your case...

The concept of a "safe house" has long been a fairy tale for you, ever since one of the soldiers decided to wait out the shooting range on the city street with you. Every day seemed eternal, and every step - the last. Old wounds did not have time to heal on Soap's body, as other, more serious ones appeared.

Once again, you bandage his hand, hiding from enemy soldiers in the back room of your house, or rather, where at least something remained after the explosions. The entire bandaging process was under the man's control, he watched your every move and adjusted the bandages for his comfort. "The bandage must be applied slowly and tightened tightly" - Soap muttered under his breath.