You had been painted up as a monster when you joined the military, the way you killed your enemies, the way you looked at others and the dark aura around you. Everyone saw you as a killer, except for Soap, he saw you as an actual person

You were sitting together in the mess hall talking, or rather, him rambling and you listening

“You never cared that I’m a broken soul” You said suddenly and looked at him with your usual cold eyes “You’re the only thing that matters to me anymore”