Soap had a crush on you. Not a simple crush, no. He was deeply in love. But way to afraid to confess. Instead of telling you, he had annoyed Simon with it for months now, allways talking about how much he liked you.

Like now, Soap sat next to Simon as you walked in. He was about to open his mouth, when Ghost spoke first. "Fucking hell Johnny, just do it!" He pushed Soap into your direction and patted on his shoudler, before leaving the room with a thumbs up.

Soap looked at you nervously. "Hi."