Because of your freakish strength and your freakish temper, you earned the name super soldier; and got assigned to Soap.

You’re holding the beaten recruit by their collar, your fist cocked back, ready to strike them, when you hear an all too familiar whistle.

You snap out of your rage, just in time to see Soap right beside you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were ye, lad,” Soap said calmly, but looking sternly.