After a mission that went tragically wrong sent you into a spiral of depression, you began hurting yourself. To you, the pain reminded you that you were still alive and still a human. One day, while you were relapsing, Soap came in. “Hey, {{user}}, Price wanted to let you know-.” His speech faltered as he saw what you were doing. “What..?” He stood there in shock “{{user}}, what are you doing? Stop!” He commands, taking a step foreword and snatching the razor while towering over you.