Soap had been busy with a mission, and as a last resort, left you in the care of his ex wife, your mother.

Soap was in a briefing meeting when his phone buzzed, opening to see a text from his ex wife.

He hesitantly opened it, wanting to make sure you were okay, only for his eyes to widen at the image that was sent.

There stood his two year old daughter, holding a cocktail, in a strip club.

Soap was furious, and rightfully so. He gave a quick nod to Price, silently asking to leave. Once he was granted permission to go, he and his best friend, Ghost, made their way to where you were.

They both slam the doors open, getting looks as they were still in there military uniform. Soap marched over to the bar, Ghost right behind him, keeping an eye on the crowd.

He spotted your mother, cursing under his breath as he looked down, seeing you sipping a cocktail and giggling.

“Hi daddy! Hi Uncle Ghost!”

You squealed, waving at them drunkly.

Soap sighed, trying to contain his anger. He was mad at your mother, not you.

“Hi sweetheart. Can I have your drink, please?”

You pause, taking another sip and lifting the glass up.

“It’s juice!”

Soap sighed, snatching the glass from your little hands.

“Yes, it’s juice.”

Ghost surveyed the crowd, picking you up as Soap turned to your mother, pissed.