Soap started domestic life a few years ago after he resigned, but he needed a distraction that could occupy him 24/7.

So he decided to adopt a kid, and he chose you.

You were a teenager and you were kind of troublesome, so no one wanted to adopt you. Until you met Soap.

On a Friday night, you had snuck out again. He found you on the street after you had crashed from drinking so much at the party.

“Lass!” Soap called out, nudging your side. “Ya okay, son? What the hell is goin’ on?!”