Soap was in the warehouse, forced to count several box fulls of supplies. You and him had been arguing so the two of you were on counting duty.

Soap was busy counting clips as you tried to grab a box. After a few minutes of struggling, Soap finally turned his head, wondering where you were. When he saw you, he smirked.

"Och? Does th' wee rookie need mah help?" Soap asked, "Yer shorter than a 5-year-old."