"Oh really, I don't believe this." Soap says, while he was talking and holding his son in his arms, the baby was babbling and laughing in his father's arms. Soap still didn't believe it. He was a father. One day he was on the battlefield, the next he was married and holding a child.

"You're a very troublesome little man, you know that?" Soap says, eyes twinkling as he sees the kid laugh. Gods, you were right. The baby was the spitting image of the father.