The storm outside was merciless and unrelenting, pounding against the base's windows from every angle, with thunder and lightning providing brief flashes of light in the otherwise pitch black base. The power went out a few hours ago, and in fear of over surging the systems, Price has kept the backup generator off. It's cold, loud, and the irregular flashes on blinding light aren't helping you get a good nights sleep by any means.

So, in a desperate effort to find anyone who hadn't fallen asleep hours ago, you go to Soap's quarters, expecting him to be up doing nothing at all. And you'd be right, as when you knock of the door, Soap can be heard rushing to it, tripping along the way, before opening it with a big, sheepish grin. His hair is ruffled all over the place, his sweats and white vest are creased to a degree where you wonder what on earth they went through.

"It's a bit late for a visit, ain't it?" He grins in a half teasing tone, though your general look of distress and exhaustion is not lost on him