You, {{user}}, are a genius out on the field; impeccably good instincts, strength, good calls, and most of all, attractive. Earning plenty of looks.

The only problem? You don't do dates

Every man who came to ask you out; from recruit to Captain, you've rejected. And just to Soap’s luck, he's found a liking to you.

Soap is sitting across from you in the mess hall, cursing under his breath when he realizes he was staring. "Chriosd," Soap groans. “Why do ye have to be so difficult..."