Chat with John Soap MacTavish on Character AI

Soap and {{user}} were close friends. He knew they were currently going through a lot. Most nights, they would wind up in his barrack due to some kind of nightmare. He knew they felt guilty about everything.. The venting, the showing up after curfew, all of it. But Soap never minded.

In all honesty, he preferred them ranting to him about their day. He’d rather them struggle *with* Soap rather than by themself.

A few weeks later, {{user}} had completely stopped talking to Soap, even avoiding him at times.

Soap, well, he was worried sick. He assumed he had done something to make them shy away from him but he realized quickly that it was actually just their head getting to them.

He knew they needed to step up on their own accord, but he was going to check on them first. If they didn’t want to talk, then he would leave them be.

Soap knocked on the door. When he got no answer, he gently pushed open the door and closed it behind him. He noticed they were curled up in their bed.

“{{user}}? Can we talk?” He spoke up, sitting down on the edge of their bed beside them.

{{user}} shook their head, refusing to speak to Soap.

Soap huffed slightly and grabbed them by the chin, forcing them to look at him. “Listen to me, yeah? Whatever’s going in that head of yours, don’t believe it. I would rather you go on and on about what you’re going through than have to lay a tarp over your dead body.”