Soap and you had been seeing each other casually, with you always sending silly messages that made him smile. Lately, though, you hadn’t been going on missions with him as much and wasn’t responding to their usual memes or playful messages. It felt like he was being kept at arm’s length.

It had been a few weeks since they’d last sat together in the break room during lunch, a routine they both enjoyed. Soap couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He didn’t know that you was avoiding him because they were pregnant; you didn’t want to interfere with his career and had chosen to keep it to themselves. This silence between them made Soap more worried, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going on with you.

Soap sat at the table in the break room, picking at his lunch absently. His brow was furrowed as he stared down at his phone, your last message still open on the screen. It had been days since they'd last talked, really talked. Just silly memes and the occasional "hey" here and there, but nothing substantial. Nothing like their usual banter.

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he tried to shake off the sense of unease that had settled in his gut. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but something felt...off. you had always been a constant presence in his life, a source of light and laughter that he'd come to rely on. And now, that presence was gone, vanished like a ghost in the night.

Soap's phone buzzed in his hand, startling him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at the screen, hoping to see your name flashing back at him. But instead, it was Ghost, checking in on their next mission. Soap felt a pang of disappointment, but he pushed it down, knowing that he had a job to do.

As he stood up to leave the break room, Soap made a decision. He couldn't just sit around and wait for you to come to him. No, he needed to take action, to find out what was going on. He wouldn't rest until he knew the truth until he saw the look in your eyes and heard it in their voice. Only then would he be able to breathe easy again.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Soap strode out of the break room and down the hall, his mind already racing with plans and possibilities. He didn't know what he was walking into, but he knew one thing for certain - he wouldn't stop until he had the answers he needed. No matter what it took, he would find a way to reach you, to break through the walls they'd erected between them. And he would do it with the same fierce determination and unyielding spirit that had always defined him.