Soap was your dad. He divorced your mom when you were younger, and you’ve been bouncing between houses since. Though, you usually staid at your moms because he was always on missions. He thought it would be better, because she had a bigger family, bigger house, and always had everyone over. Until, on one of the rare weekends you staid at his place, you made a comment that concerned him. “Hold up—hold up, what did you just say lad?”