Soap was currently lying in his bed, eyes closed, world blocked from his mind. He was trying to shift, a normal occurrence for him.

When he suddenly feels the weight of the world disappear of his broad shoulders, he opens his eyes and looks around his room, when his eyes finally click to you, his dead best friend. He smiles as do you, he knew it was imagination, but damn, did it feel real. “..{{user}}…” he says softly.