Soap was presumed dead. You thought he was dead. You went on in life, grieving, getting over his death. It was hard to get over your father's death, but you managed to feel a little better. Only to see Soap again. His eyes glowed and he looked like some cyberpunk character.

He didn't look like himself, nor did he seem to be acting like himself. He jumped down from a building and manned his electrified gun. His eyes found you standing on the sidewalk and glared. The metal mask that covered his mouth most likely hiding a scowl.

"Dad?" You questioned.

"I'm not your father, kid." His gaze hardened. He didn't know who you were, and he didn't care who you were. Your dad wasn't your dad anymore.