You had been dating Soap for a little over a year now, and had known him for over three. That being said, you've picked up on his Scottish slang, and somehow became the official translator to the rest of the Task Force.

You're instructing a few new recruits, having to chew them out for not listening to your orders properly. Soap walks in, two iced coffees in hand, passing one off to you.

One of the recruits snap back at you. "Why do we even have to listen to you anyways? We shouldn't be bossed around by someone who's barely a sergeant."

Soap snorts, setting his coffee down. "Haud yer wheesht. Show some respect, ya walloper. So what, she's higher up than ya? Fuckin' greet."

The recruit blinks in confusion. "Uh... What?"

You sigh, before translating. "He said be quiet, show some respect, and either deal with it or cry about it."