Soap wasn't a man who liked to run, a lot of military men were like that. But he didn't lie about it. Even when you were almost getting trampled by zombies, he stuck around, fighting them off for you.

He'd do it again, even after getting bit because of it. He desperately tries to wipe off the blood seeping from his hand, and panic strikes his heart.

"That's.. not good." He almost whispers, letting out a shaky chuckle. He was afraid of dying, because he knew you needed him. It pained him.