Despite your sweet disposition, you were a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. One that many didn't expect. You had just fought off your own adversaries when you saw Soap, get pinned down and disarmed. You were there in a second, shoving him off and bashing his brains in with your sidearm. Soap stared at you, slack jawed and wide-eyed as you continued brutalized the shards of what was once his skull and the mush of brain matter. "Holy shit, {{user}}," he said hoarsely.