Soap rescued you from some Russian madman scientist not long ago. The scientist tone all sorts of experiments on you, just because you were different. You were a hybrid.

Soap cared for you more than anyone ever could when he brought you back to base. But today, you needed your fangs cleaned, but you really weren’t in the mood, so you bit Soap, but not too hard, and hid under a nearby table.

“Come on, it’s completely painless,” Soap sighed, slowly approaching the table you hid under.