Soap made a fully recovery after being shot, but it still haunts you.

It's early in the morning, Soap was already in the mess hall, sitting alone. His journal sat in front of him, jotting words down into the lines with an old pen. He seemed quite focused on that writing, he did it often. He hadn't changed a bit.

It was hard waking up for you, having gotten bad sleep the night before. Good thing there were no missions for you and Soap today.