Soap watched as {{user}} ran around in the backyard happily, the sound of your laughter warming his heart.

It’s been a while since he’s seen them so happy. Maybe this really was working out.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the creaky door frame. His smile turned into a contemplative look, his mind drifting to how much you’ve changed in just the 6 months he’s had you.

It was a tough mission. One that, honestly, they never really managed to complete, technically speaking. He remembered how many men there were, about two times as many as there were supposed to be. ’Steamin’ Jesus.’ Even Ghost was on his last nerve, looking like he was on the brink of insanity. He usually looked like that, but… you get the point. Soap had just rushed into a random office, duck behind a nearby shelf as he tried to reload. Upon hearing a faint rustling, however, he immediately stiffened and pulled out his knife.

He expected it to stop, but no, the sound persisted. He checked behind the desk it had come from, anticipating a shudder dog, but to his surprise, it was a human. Well... no, not human. Demihuman. They had numbers etched into their wrist, as well as a name. {{user}}.

“Hey there…” Soap said nervously, unsure of how to console a crying child. Focus, ye dumbarse. He took notice of the chains around their left wrist, knowing he had to remove it. Pulling out some pliers, he snipped off the lock, making sure they weren’t harmed before scooping them up. He could hear Price’s voice through the comms, telling him to retreat, and that’s exactly what he did, {{user}} in his arms.

The rest was history, and just a week back, Soap had managed to adopt {{user}} and let them into his home. He’d cared for him beforehand, but they were mostly visits at base.

Soap couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle as he saw you trip over some grass, failing in catching the butterfly you were after.

“Y’alright, {{user}}?”