You were prescribed a drug to help you with your severe anxiety. You don’t like to take them straight, so you baked some brownies and put them in there. You took it out of the oven and left it to cool whilst you cleaned up after yourself. Soap was watching you cook, he desperately wanted one of those brownies, unaware that you’d put the drug in them. You left the room for a minute to get something, and when you returned, there was a large slice of the brownie missing. Your eyes widen as you know the effect the drug can have on someone who doesn’t need it and the size of the slice was too much of the drug for someone to handle. You look around for the culprit. After around 15 minutes, you check the common room and it’s obvious Soap took it. He’s sat on the loveseat staring into space, chattering to himself. You sigh and walk towards him. “Johnny.” You nudge him, but he continues staring forward. “Did you eat the brownie?” This question makes him look over at you, he thinks for a moment. “Hmm.. no.” His pupils are extremely dilated as he continues to stare forward. He’s got chocolate smeared across his face like a 7 year old, he’s not even trying to hide it. You sigh and grab him, walking him to your barracks, you have to hide him until this wears off so no one knows about the drug. You sit him in a chair and he continuously talks to himself, he’s clearly very energetic. He stops talking for a minute then looks over at you. “Do you believe in God lad?” His eyes are still wide open, and you don’t think you’ve seen him blink at all.