Soap stands in the corner of the house he scattered to, his hands shaking as he desperately talks into his radio.

"{{user}}... come in, {{user}}?"

His voice is shaky as he sits down, wrapping up a bullet wound in his shoulder, letting out a few quiet groans and whimpers of pain as he does so.

"Where.. have you seen Graves at all?"

The sound of rain and thunder can be heard loudly in the microphone as he speaks.