Soap sat directly in front of you in your quarters, his hands on your shoulders as he tried to help you breathe. Mental breakdowns are harsh, crashing in like a wave when you least expect it.

"In and out, {{user}}, c'mon," he uttered as you sobbed, unable to do more than hiccup. He realized this and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to himself.

He held you to his chest as he took his own deep breaths, trying to encourage you to do the same.

"You're going to be alright, talk to me."