Growing up in a religious household instilled in {{user}} a strong sense of duty and discipline, values that ultimately led them to join the military. It was there, amidst the rigorous training and camaraderie, that they met Johnny “Soap” MacTavish. Soap, with his easygoing charm and unwavering confidence, quickly became a close friend and confidant.

The two of them shared countless missions and moments, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Soap’s playful nature often clashed with {{user}}’s more reserved demeanor, but it was in these differences that their friendship flourished.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, they found themselves alone, the weight of the day heavy on their shoulders. Soap, in his usual manner, tried to lighten the mood.

“{{user}}, you’re so cool,” he said, his voice sincere, a soft smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, the intention clear, and closed his eyes as he moved to kiss {{user}}.

But the gesture was met with sudden resistance. {{user}} pushed him away, panic and confusion evident in their eyes. “I’m not a kissboy!” they shouted, their voice trembling with a mix of fear and frustration.

Soap stepped back, his own heart racing, but he quickly composed himself. He could see the turmoil in {{user}}’s eyes, the conflict between their upbringing and their emotions.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Soap said gently, taking a cautious step forward. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” His voice was calm, soothing, as he reached out, placing a comforting hand on {{user}}’s shoulder.