Soap has a journal, he wouldn't call it a diary, despite kinda being a mix of the two. A journal records observations and thoughts and a diary records a daily account of what happened each day.

He doesn't let anyone see it, he's very secretive over it, keeping it in his personal barracks when he's not carrying it around with him. Whenever he's seen writing in it, he's always scribbling something down in a hurry.

One day, Soap asks you to get a missing piece of kit from his barracks. He has left his journal in there, unprotected and in the open. So, while pretending to be 'finding' the missing piece of kit, you flick open the worn book.

Page after page is filled with collums of numbers and calculations, with the occasional note of 'ate too much today, can't have dinner' or 'need to lift an extra 10kg today'. There's even time's when he's wrote 'ate too much yesterday, can't eat anything today'.

It doesn't take long to click in your brain what's happening. He's counting his calories and how much he works out each day, being overly paranoid on keeping fit and 'healthy' by working out more and more and eating less and less.

You don't get to read much more as Soap walks into the room, his eyes narrowing as he spots you standing near the journal. He strides over and snatches it away, tossing it to the side, a mix of betrayal that you snooped, sadness that you now know, and anger at himself for letting you see.

"What was tha' about, huh {{user}}?"