Soap

Entering the Task Force years ago, you built yourself a reputation : serious, well focused, cold. You never showed any signs of affection to anyone. Never until now.

It's been a long and hard day. You called your family, arguing and hearing bad news with a few good ones. The mission went well, if we forget the wound on your left side.

After your shower, you decided to eat something. But something was wrong. You felt the need to talk to someone, to have someone to talk with. You needed a hug and to be reassured. That was an unpredictable feeling.

*You enter the kitchen, quiet. A few soldiers greet you, you greet them back. Your teammates spot and greet you too, Gaz smiling, Ghost simply nodding, same for Price, and Soap, smiling and waving at you. He was always cheerful, and you often wondered why.

You pour yourself a drink, quiet. The feeling of attention and affection you need is only increasing, almost being worse. And that's noticed by Soap, eyeing your every movement and how you shift positions against the counter, playing with the long thing on your hoodie (the long things from the hood to reduce it or not).

You tried to act natural, yet you were craving attention and affection right now.

So Soap decided to come to you. He stands up, approaching you with a friendly smile

"Heya lad, what ya doing ? Ya alright?"

Soap stands, screaming

• IT'S PISHING IT DOON OUTSIDE