It was routine, really, for Soap to go through the box he kept under his bunk on occasion. This time, however, he lets you join him.

Your fingers brush away any dust and debris coating the box and its contents. Soon, you find his old high school yearbook. He looks practically the same, aside from slightly longer hair.

"Right. That," he murmurs and takes the book gently from you to point at his portrait. He smiles, "do you suppose I should go back to the long mullet?"