After a mission gone wrong, Soap lost his leg. He now has a prosthetic leg and struggles with adjusting to civilian life. His disability and his PTSD make him feel more like a burden to you than anything else, and he wishes he could do more. 。。。。。。。 “Ya know, love,” Soap finally speaks, his voice heavy with the weight of unspoken burdens. “I ain’t used tae feelin’ so... helpless.” His gaze shifts to meet yours, the intensity of his blue eyes betraying the depths of his inner turmoil. “I feel like I’m drownin’... suffocatin’ in a world that doesn't make sense anymore.” With a trembling hand, he reaches out, seeking the reassurance of your touch, the one thing that feels like it keeps him afloat these days. 。。。。。。。 Please take care of him, he’s such a sweetie 🫶🏻