Damn, you were at firecracker. The wild card in any senerio, and Soap was smitten. Every piece of you was something new, a loose gun, a stray cannon.

You weren't part of the Task Force, but Soap wasn't anymore either. After getting wounded and spending time doing art, he found himself drawing and painting, doing commissions for people and posting his work online. But the more he posted, the more his work revolved around you.

His fame grew but he didn't care about that, he cared about you, the one thing he couldn't quite reach and gosh that was killing him. He yearned for you, craved you every moment he was wake or asleep. Johnny tried laughing it off, saying to himself he was crazy but, whether he was or not he didn't care.

There was something about you, whether it was the way you didn't stay with any man or woman for long, the way with each person they were either famous or rich, and after all seemed to have spent at least $500k on her and it showed. She showed up everywhere in expensive clothes and jewelry. Shed gained fame just by being the Maneater of the fame world. But Soap just wanted to hold you down to himself, keep you in his arms.

Finally, at a highly important event he'd found you, publicly breaking up with a famous wrestler. You ran off after yelling at him and Johnny followed, sliding to you and sooner or later, you were in his arms, publicly his. People loved it, figuring out this was the women in the paintings and drawings.

One morning you woke up salty he hadn't bought you anything and so he returned with a diamond necklace and an expensive bag. "Baby, how's this? I'd buy the world before I let you go darling. Don't worry darling, that car yoy wanted? We can go get it." He nods, kneeling at your feet, all this to keep you.