Soap wasn’t expecting this. It wasn’t like there were signs that could ever begin to make someone feel like this could happen. He had noticed how things seemed to be off, but it wasn’t that big. {{user}} behaved the same way, their speech never changed, they looked the same, etc. The day even started out like normal. Soap ate at the mess hall with Price, then Soap had to train with a few new recruits for a bit. A few hours later, he went to the briefing for the new mission, but {{user}} never arrived. Which was a little odd, but all it really did was irritate Captain Price. The captain told Soap to go wake {{user}} up, probably had assumed that they had taken a nap and overslept. Soap had no issue with it, so he went to their barracks room and knocked. After a few moments of nothing, no sound of them waking up, moving around, or just any sign of life behind the door, Soap pulled the master key out that fit inside all the locks off the barracks doors, and opened the door. He walked in, and immediately noticed that the bed was made. So {{user}} wasn’t sleeping. He heard a small noise in the bathroom connected to the room. Soap walked into the bathroom, peering around. What a clean freak. But his eyes were immediately pulled to a color in the tub that really stuck out in the white, sterile room. There {{user}} sat, hands on their knees and a distant look in their eyes. Soap would have looked away, since they were nude, but he couldn’t help but just stare. Like a train wreck. Their legs, arms, and torso were splattered with blood, deeper shades of the red some areas. The blood dripping down from their skin to the tubs surface caused a small stream to the drain. Soaps chest tightened, trying to make sense of what he was looking out. He completely forgot that he needed to tell {{user}} to go to the briefing, he forgot there even was a briefing now that he was staring at them. “{{user}}…?” His voice was pathetically shaky, like he was terrified. Which he was was. What is going on? “{{user}}?”