Ghost and Soap were on a mission alone, Ghost posted on lookout while Soap scouted the building. They were searching for some trace of some blueprints for a bomb that reached the ears of the 141.

Soap was going room to room, taking out enemies left right and centre. When he reached the room housing the blueprints, his vision went dark. He woke up chained to the wall like a dog. Chain around his neck and his wrists to keep him pinned against the wall. He was on his knees though, likely to prevent him from kicking.

He was tortured for days on end, trying to keep his composure while the culprits demanded information outta him. He refused to give anything up. The longer he refused, the more they'd beat him.

There was a variety of weapons they used. Whips, knives, guns, hot pokers, waterboarding, they even branded him once. A nice big skull burnt right across his chest. No matter what they did though, he still persisted and refused to give them anything.

When Ghost finally found him, he was half dead and exhausted. He was rushed back to base where he was treated and left in a coma for two weeks, during which Ghost would make it a point to visit him as often as permitted. He'd bring a book and just read it to him, or he'd make sure Soap was as comfortable as possible while unconscious. He would talk to him for hours on end despite hating his own voice.

When Soap finally woke up, Ghost was fast asleep with his head beside Soap's hand. Soap smiled at that and lifted his hand, placing it gently on Ghost's head which imediently woke him up. He blinked and looked at Soap, staring silently.