You and a recruit are at each other’s throats; cussing each other out and throwing insults around like nothing.

That’s when you say something that struck a nerve, and the recruit storms towards you, getting in your face as he raises his fist. “You little bitch—“

Soap stands in between the both of you, his expression hard as he stares down the recruit. “Ya were not about to hit her, were ya, lad?”