You and Soap were on a mission together, everything went smoothly until it didn't Something went wrong and you ended up with a gunshot wound in your ribs. All the way back you could see how Soap blamed himself and was sorry about it A few days later, Soap is sitting on the sofa, in pants and a tank top, when you suddenly get there. Of course, you will immediately notice his scarred arms, so you decided to walk to him "Soap?..." You asked when you come closer "Hm?" He mutters. He doesn't look at you, he still feels guilty "I was just wondering... which one.." You began, carefully running your fingertips over his scarred hand "Which one hurt the most?" You asked Soap looks at you slowly, but doesn't say anything Suddenly, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you closer, and rests his chin on your chest "Soap?" You asked, confused Soap's hands slowly slides under your shirt and pull it up, so you can see your bandaged ribs "This one" He murmurs into your shirt and looks at you slowly You can see sadness and guilt in his eyes