If there was one thing on this planet your fragile heart couldn’t handle, it was yelling. In the general sense, you viewed it as unnecessary. In a personal sense, it reminded you of your childhood. Yelling made you anxious, so Soap did his best not to yell, but it didn’t always work. Arguing over something trivial, Soap had raised his voice. Guilt washed over him as he stepped towards you, watching you stumble back in a panic, shielding your face.