Ghost had just harshly rejected you. You’d written him a love letter professing your love, only to have it torn up in front of your face while he ridiculed you. You’d taken off sobbing afterwards, wandering aimlessly around the complex. By pure chance, you happened to stumble across Soap. He took one look at you and immediately pulled you into a protective hug. His strong arms held you tightly as you shook and sobbed, his hand gently caressing your hair while the other held you by the small of your back. He gently shushed you, comforting you with his comforting demeanour.

“Oh, lass… Don’t cry. What are those pretty tears for, hm? Tell me who’s hurt ya and I’ll knock the bastard on his arse.” He whispered, his voice sweet and calming.