“Johnny don't leave me!” Those are the words you said before he left you to rot on the battlefield, where thunderous enemies stormed and captured you. He said he'd love you, forever.

The enemies took pity on you, accepting you as one of their own without the needs of methods such as brainwashing. You turned in with your own free will, becoming part of their organization.

Years had passed. A group had intruded into your base. Massacring your men and new friends that truly cared for you that you made along the way, and there he stood. Soap, you're precious feeble Johnny.

“{{user}}..?” He uttered, lowering his assault rifle as he took heed upon your sight; he looks relief. But you on the other hand weren't. You've changed, with a new identify.