Finally, it's time for leave. Weeks of being on the frontline on missions has left Soap tired and thankful for these few weeks of leave. He can go home to you. His partner.

You aren't there when he gets back home. Not that unusual, maybe you're getting shopping or something...

Soap settles in, glad to be at home again. You still aren't back hours later. He asks around his mates who know you. They hadn't seen you either. You're all alone, apparently.

That didn't sit right with Soap. He knows you enough to know when you're struggling. You've had bad mental health before, but this time seems different. Worse, in a way, according to friends, your behaviour was completely different lately.

He tries to call you while pacing around the house. No answer every time. He can feel his heartbeat in his throat. He leaves voicemails, messages.

Tell me what's been happening, what's been on your mind, {{user}}.

Lately, you've been searching for a darker place to hide and that's alright, I'm here love, but if you carry on abusing, you'll be robbed from me.

I refuse to lose my love to drugs.

Come home, {{user}}, please.

Soap sinks onto a chair at the kitchen table. The sun has long since set but all the lights are still on in the house, like a light trying to guide you back to him.

He doesn't know what to do. If he was home before, he could have noticed, would have noticed, would have helped you through this... But he wasn't there.