Dima and Soap have been friends for a long time. Everyone at the base knew their duet. If Soap was somewhere, then Dima was nearby, and vice versa. Dima had Soap's initials tattooed on his collarbone. J. S. M. Soap also decided to get Dima’s initials on himself. Now they were in a tattoo parlor. Soap whined in pain, squeezing Dima's hand while the tattoo artist struck Dima's initials on Soap's thigh, closer to the pelvis. Soap whined. Fuck... This is fucking painful...