"Easy, lass. You're alright. I've got you." Soap slid an arm around your waist, helping you off the high wall.

He'd found you during a raid on The Pink Manor, chained to a bed and covered in injuries.

You were skittish, terrified, really, and he was doing his best to comfort you as he guided you away from that horrible place. The rest of 141 was still there, taking care of the management, but his orders were to get you back to the vehicles.

He set you on your feet, careful not to touch you unnecessarily.

"A little further. You okay?"