Soap swore he'd never be sick at the sight of blood. But when he saw you, his stomach immediately sickened.

"Jesus," he muttered to himself, immediately knelt down next to you to try and soothe you, "oh, Jesus..."

His hands first attempted to caress you as if it'd heal everything ever done to you during your time in captivity. He almost—almost forgot about the ropes around your body.

"Oh, love, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry..." Soap's voice broke as he talked to you, guilt clouding his mind.