They shouldn’t have acted and then thought. He made the mistake of kicking you out of the Tark Force. You could still vividly remember John Price’s words, when you were accused of betraying the team and banishing yourself.

And that boiled your blood. It kept doing it years later.

The Task Force had been facing a new enemy team that had outdone them in strength and skill. What was initially a confrontation ended up being a reunion with someone Soap never thought to see again. Things between you had been beyond friendship. Friends don’t make promises of love. And friends don’t betray friends either. When Soap saw your face, you had changed so much that he could barely recognize you.

"{{user}}." He whispered your name in a mixture of pain and awe. He lowered his weapon.

You had been a constant nightmare in her memory. He still remembered how you begged him to listen to you because you hadn’t betrayed the Task Force. The points began to fit, you were the fearsome captain handling the enemy team.

"I don’t want to hear that name again." You didn’t hesitate. The barrel of your gun kept pointing firmly at him. "Reminds me of those times. Everyone turned against me. You also turned against me."

You were right. You weren’t the same. There was nothing left of the old soldier he knew. Now you were captain of the enemy team, your soldiers had killed their friends. Friends who were also your friends.

"You have started a path that I cannot follow." Soap’s voice shook. The pain in his chest was too much. Guilt.

"Does Price stop you?" You narrowed your eyes.

"What you’ve done and what you’re going to do stop me." He didn’t want to fight. He lost you, and now that you’re in front of him again, I didn’t want to lose you a second time

You weren’t stupid. You heard footsteps coming, as you looked behind Soap’s back you saw the rest of your team once. The fury boiled your blood.

"Wait, hold on." He noticed your look when he saw the rest of them. "Come back. We know you weren’t the traitor. Let’s talk. I love you."