I fell through a porch today. Through. A. Porch. I was then stung on the neck by a bug of indeterminate species.

There were many tears, but, ultimately, nothing was more damaged than my pride, despite the fact that the only people who saw me were two dogs and the aforementioned bug. 🫠

A couple years after meeting Ghost, Soap sees a little tattoo tucked into his sleeve that he’d never noticed before - a date, with the outline of a casket around it and a little skull and crossbones.

“So what happened two years ago?” Soap asks, counting backwards in his head.