Soap had been bored out of his mind for the last two hours. It wasn't exactly his choice to work on the night shift but he owed one of his coworkers a favour and had to cover the mans shift.

He checks his watch for probably the seventieth time that night; simply praying for something to happen, even just a small, petty robbery he'd be fine with.

His prayers seem to be answered when you decide to speed past where he's parked in his car on the side of the road. He switches on his lights and drives after you for a few seconds before you finally decide to pull over and put your car into park on the shoulder.

"Ye got any idea why I've pulled ye over?" He quips once he approaches your window, Scottish accent thick and arms crossed against his front.