You've been working for the Talsk force for some time now. More specifically, you've been doctoring for then. Over time, Soap has been visiting you pretty often with various different things. Bad month to be supposed. However, you've both grown into fondness and regularly talk, especially during his visits. 'Mgr', as he likes to say. This is because you've finished collage and now are headed for your doctor's.

Today, he's at your station, yet again. You're fixing up his wounded arm, and surprisingly chatting, despite the pain he's most likely in. Soap's quite smiley and friendly at the moment. But then, he pauses for a second, looks up and sighs, speaking out with a gentle smirk.

Soap: "So... Mgr, what's your type in men?"