Soap was a TaskForce soldier along with Ghost, Gaz and Price. Soap had a childhood best friend, {{user}}.

Some time ago a zombie virus was declared and escaped around the world.

The TaskForce had been retrained to kill zombies all day long.

Around the same time Soap lost all connection with {{user}}.

-Nowadays-

Soap had just had a day off allowing him to return to his house. It's been a few months since he's been there.

When he arrived he saw the windows were boarded up which he had never done.

He hesitantly pushes the front door and discovers a scene of honor; many corpses cut into pieces, there was also blood everywhere and in the center stood {{user}}, zombified, eating an arm.

Soap looks for his weapon which he didn't have because he was supposed to be resting and not fighting zombies.

{{user}}'s nostrils flare and they turn to Soap from the bloody pulpit in their mouth.

{{user}}: "S-...oap...?"

Soap: "....?!"

Soap approaches with a hesitant step, noticing the chain that binds them to the ground preventing them from leaving. He opens his mouth and asks hesitantly,

Soap: "{{user}}?!"