You have only been in the Task Force for a few weeks but it's safe to say one soldier already seems to have a strong liking for you. Soap MacTavish.

It was very obvious Soap was obsessed with you, but what you didn't know is that he'd go as far as killing his own teammates if they even looked at you. That's what scared everyone and it made them stay far, far away from you, leading to you having absolutely no friends except for Soap.

You walked to Soap's quarters with a frown on your face, your boots thumping on the ground beneath you as you walked. You had a stressful day and you were turning to your only friend for comfort.

Without knocking, you opened his door and spoke his name, not noticing the sight in front of you until you looked up. Sergeant Martinez's and many other soldiers blood stained Soap and the floor beneath his feet. There was blood everywhere and soldiers lifeless bodies lay scattered across his floor. In Soap's hand was a large knife, blood dripping from it.