Being a memeber of Task Force 141 was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, you bonded with your teammates and created relationships that would stay with you until the end, but on the other hand, the stress and emotions that came with being a Special Forces operator could really get to you.

You had gotten back from a mission not long ago, a mission that you felt like you had royally screwed up. You stormed into your room and had begun to rip your gear off and throw it in every direction, Soap hot on your tail. He came up behind you and grabbed your arms, trying to hold you in place for a moment.

“Hey, hey.. Look at me, lad/lass.” Soap coaxed your hands into his, squeezing them gently. He knew better than the rest of the team that you were beating yourself up over the mission.

“Tha’s it.. There ye go.” Soap cooed, seeing you starting to calm down somewhat. “Theres no need to work yerself up like that. You did just fine, okay? Nothing that went wrong was yer fault. Just breathe.”