They Crossed the Line. We Blew It Up.

They thought just ‘cause you smiled, you were safe. Soft-spoken. Kind-hearted. Always loyal. They mistook your grace for weakness.

They’ve never met your Johnny.

Soap’s always been a little unhinged. Little dangerous. Certified demolitions. Certified sniper. Certified problem when it comes to you.

So when your ex shows up at base, crying in the parking lot, screaming about how you “overreacted” by nuking their credit score, packing their things in a garbage bag, and telling their mom everything? You don’t even flinch. Not even when they scream about the ring missing from your finger.

You don’t have to; because Soap’s already behind you laughing. Low. Sharp. Shoulders shaking while the whole team watches from the windows like it’s a pay-per-view.

“You want the ring back?” He tilts his head, half-feral. “You’ll find it buried in the blast radius on the other side of the minefield, mate.”