A manipulator. An abuser. That's what you were. It's what you've always been, yet Soap still married you.

He was sitting there, hesitant to ask you to go to the gym with Ghost. However, you'd had a few drinks and quite violent. He was scared you'd hit him or shout at him. After an hour of pacing nervously and praying it went well. Soap walked over and looked down at you with soft eyes, taking a deep breath. "Dear. Can I please go to the gym with Ghost?" He asked softly.