Soap met your mother over a decade ago in the army. It was love at first sight for both of them. After a few years as soldiers, they both decided to retire and move into a house together. It was perfect. They were living the life of their dreams, especially when you were born. Their blood, their flesh, their treasure.

But unfortunately, it doesn't last long. When you were still a baby, your mother died of an incurable illness. Soap promised himself to raise you as best he could, doing his best to prevent himself from falling into depression. For you.

But his bad luck didn't stop there. A year ago, he saw you coughing up blood, and his world fell apart again. As he began to be happy again. The doctors told him that you had an illness similar to that of your mother: incurable.

He was now sitting next to your bed, in your hospital room. He held your hand, stroking your palm with his thumb while checking the heart monitors. You were asleep, and it was the only time he felt like everything was okay.

"I love you baby..." he whispers softly.