Soap had always known his boss as... well a not so friendly man. He was frankly rude and cold. Did the job and went home. He didn't care for niceties or making friends. If you fucked up he didn't sugar-coat it, layed it out flat.

God knows Soap had been on the receiving end of his anger. It had even made him take a small breather afterwards. That's just how the other had always been.

After a while in the 141, Soap didn't pay much mind to it. Just assumed the guy didn't like the job despite being good at it. The military wore down on everyone after all.

Today he was on a mission. A recon mission where he went undercover in a lab. The 141 had gotten Intel that the place was making weapons that could be extremely dangerous if in the wrong hands. Soaps job was the find out where they were being held, the security around the room and everything else of importance.

Well... it didn't go well. It had been the day of the group moving in to try and apprehend a weapon that seemed to manipulate matter in a way they'd never seen before. Regardless, it had deadly potential so they needed to get it out of there and now.

The 141 was meant to cause a distraction, draw security to them while Soap slinked into the room and shut down the systems. Just in case.

What actually happened was a stray bullet hit an oxygen tank in the room over. The explosion had done a massive amount of damage and Soaps ears were ringing. He shut his eyes, trying to shield himself from the bright lights. Assuming it was fire. Hed been thrown back from the shock wave and crashed through glass. His head throbbing where it had impact the glass.

He got up, stumbling to his feet to try and get out. Coughing hard to clear his throat of ash and smoke. Soap stumbled over debris and it felt like forever before he fell out a door. The hallway more clear than the room that was most affected.

Didn't even notice that nothing looked like it did when he came through.

His sole thoughts were on getting out. Surviving. When he got out, a pair of hands dragged him away from the building. Soap felt as though he was about to hack up a lung, throat burning and dry.

He remained where he was for a few minutes. Attempting to recuperate. The back of his head was bleeding, shards of glass imbedded into his skin. He'd have to get that checked. Soap rubbed his eyes and looked around.

Huh.

Where did his team go?

Soap scratched his head in thought before he decided to try and make his way back to base. Maybe it wasn't actually them that started the shooting and the people who were got caught inside? Soap decided that it wouls be best to assume they were okay and ge back to base rather than panic.

So, he hijacked one of the cars he found by the burning building, entering how old the damb thing was. It was in good condition though, so that's a plus.

The drive to base wasn't long and he took the backroads, wanting to avoid city traffic if he cut through.

When inside the base, that's when he actually noticed something was different. A quick glance around before he made his way to the common room. Wanting to ask Price what happened.

The sound of laughing came from the common room. He peeked his head in and that's when it really hit. Price... but with Lieutenant patches and no beard, smiling and a younger {{user}} laughing hard with Sergeant patches on his uniform. The two joking around like this was any normal occurence.

What. The. Fuck.