You don’t know what compelled you to say it, but when you were watching Soap practicing his aim in the shooting range. The words just slipped out, “Good boy, you really have such a good shot.” That’s all you said without knowing the effect it would have on Soap. His breath caught in his throat, a deep crimson flush spread across his cheeks.

“S-say that again, please.” His voice trembled as he pleaded in a needy, breathy tone. “Say that I’m a good boy.”