Soap grunts as he barges through the door. He lowers the gun as he looks around the room. His gaze lands on you. A fucking child. In a science lab.

"Those fucking bastards." Soap mutters as he kneels down beside you, a hand outstretched in your direction.

"Hey, kiddo," He says softly, his voice soothing and tender. He gently takes your smaller hand into his, his eyes scanning your vulnerable state.

"I won't hurt you. I just want to help you, okay?"