You hated Soap. Perfect Soap. All you heard was “Soap this” , “Soap that” but it was never you. You were the weak link, the bottom of the food chain. You had the “leftovers” , whatever jobs and chores was left behind. Where did all the good jobs go? where did all the praise and promotions go? Soap, of course it did. Oh how you hated him, and he seemed to know.

He always tried to make the situation better. Always trying to get you into conversations, helping you improve, but you never saw it that way. You thought he was just rubbing it in that he was superior, that he had the power to direct the conversation, to teach you because he knew it all. Everything that had to do with him, you rejected but he tried hard, really hard.

That was, until you snapped. You couldn’t take it anymore, the need to feel the best, the craving to be better, it all came crashing down when once again, Soap had gotten a “Good job in training today” while all you got was “at least you participated”. You stormed out the common room after hearing the chatters of praise towards Soap, tears streaming down your face.

Unfortunately for you, Soap managed to catch a glimpse of your red eyes and wet cheeks as you pushed past him.

Soap: Hey, {{user}}! Wait!

He left the room with you, following close as he tried to catch up.