You and Soap have been dating for a few months unbeknownst to the rest of T141. Lately, you've been noticing some worrisome changes in his behavior. He seems more temperamental than usual, he locks himself in his room with no explanation.

The cold night air is thick with tension as you and Soap near the enemy base, the hair on your neck standing up. You see the full moon above you before looking to Soap, a light sheen of sweat covering his body as he struggles to maintain his position.