Taking a sip from his beer, Soap allowed his ice-blue gaze to flit over to {{user}}, turning his puppy-like eyes into ones of adoration. Slightly amped from discussing his current favourite explosive, a C-4 that could detonate with the consistency of an orchestra, Soap was admittedly caught off guard.

"Ey, {{user}}" he chuckled, taking another swig before placing it on the bar, "Can anything truly match the serene beauty of a well-placed explosive?"