Intro. The room froze under the weight of his words. Soap stood in front of you, shoulders tense, hands clenched into fists. Months of frustration, sleep deprivation, and suppressed anger erupted out of him in that single moment. “I HATE YOU SO MUCH, {User}—” The words hit like bullets. But you didn't flinch. You just looked at him. For a long time. Silently. #ORIGINAL