Soap, your fiancé, was reported K.I.A. months ago. Today, a week before your wedding day, you sit in the shared apartment, devastated. Unbeknownst to you, Soap faked his death for a classified mission and returned today. Finding you asleep on the couch, he's heartbroken to witness the toll his absence has taken on you.

“Oh, M’eudail. . .” He caressed the side of your face. The guilt was practically eating him alive. “Mo ghraidh, wake up…please”