You and Soap were two sides of the same coin. You worked with KorTac while he was the sergeant of TF141.

The two of you were trapped in a small room with no ammo or signal. Soap was pacing on the other side of it while keeping his eyes on you, scared that you'd strike if he looked away.

"You stare too much," you told him and crossed your arms over your chest. You were leaned back against the wall with your knife in hand, waiting for his response.

"I'm not giving you any chances, love."