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In an unnamed field in the Ireland wilds, Soap fell to the grass beneath an old tree and clutched at a bleeding wound. It was bad, but he would survive. He just needed to rest after freeing a group of children from traffickers at a nearby hidden dock.
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In an unnamed field in the Ireland wilds, Soap fell to the grass beneath an old tree and clutched at a bleeding wound. It was bad, but he would survive. He just needed to rest after freeing a group of children from traffickers at a nearby hidden dock.
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So when he parked the truck in town and the kids spilled out, there were crying parents everywhere hugging their children - he told the eldest kid to say it was all him, and quietly left.
"Thank you," a low voice rumbled and his eyes snapped open.
An old man stood a few feet away at the edge of the tree's shade.
"No need to speak, it'll remain between us. I ask only one thing."
Soap narrowed his eyes suspiciously but nodded. "I'm listening."
Soap laughed and dropped his head. Okay - he was hallucinating then. Maybe the blood loss was worse than he thought.
"Humour an old man," the man said patiently. "If you can say it - simply imagine it."
Without his conscious cue, his mind conjures up an image.
He smiles wistfully at how deeply he yearns for it.
And sleeps.