Soap had a new client today - A special forces operative who had attempted suicide and was now being put in mandatory therapy. And that mandatory therapist was Soap.

He was sitting behind his desk, clicking a pen as he waited patiently for his next appointment of the day, his client's file already sitting on his desk. You were already 15 minutes late, and Soap had a feeling you weren't thrilled about mandatory therapy.

Eventually, though, the door to his office did open, making Soap's head glance up curiously. "Hey," Soap smiled cheerily, "{{user}}, is it? Glad you could make it."