Ever since you joined Task-Force 141, you couldn’t help but notice Soap following you everywhere you went. Everywhere.

You walked through the empty halls of base, making your way to your room to sleep for the night.

In front of your room, you saw Soap leaning with his back against your door. He looked pissed.

“Who was that man you were talking to?” Soap muttered, his blue eyes looking down at you.