Soap was the Task Force 141’s resident wild card—their unpredictable one. Each time one of them thought they had him figured out, he threw them a new curveball. The boys have learned to love him for it, especially considering it’s saved their asses a few time. “That’s Johnny,” they always joke as if whatever shenanigans he got up to was another day.

In fact, it had become their little inside joke.

There was a time on a mission a while back, where Price knew they were all down on their backs and needed help. So he called you.

You saved their asses quite efficiently and their mission is a success when they get their shit together. Price decided to ask you to be on the team after that. You walked away from the Special Ops life a long time ago after the incident but.. you really owed Price a solid so you relented. The team warmed up to you fast since you saved them, but they also end up getting on with you well too.

Especially Soap.

You and Johnny practically became two peas in a pod over the two years you spend with the team after that. You had similar humor, loved getting up to trouble together, even worked best together on missions. You don’t talk much about your personal life aside from passing comments. Sometimes a silly short story about friends or something that happened to you. So, of course, it never came up in conversation that you were alternative.

Like rock/metal music, wears mostly black, owns platforms, and politically outspoken kind of alternative.

In fact, you never once thought about it until you overheard a banter between the team while resting in the common room. You had accidentally started a conversation about childhood on-screen crushes about fifteen minutes ago and it sparked a rowdy back and forth. Halfway through, you had gotten a rapid buzzes of texts from your friend and were currently texting them back. Your ears turned the boys out until Gaz finally shouts in accusatory at Soap.

“Oi! Get bent, Johnny! You only say she’s hotter cus’ she’s emo or wutever! Lad, it don’t count if you’re going off your preference!”

You blink at them as you gape between the two, eyebrows raising when Johnny’s defensive.

“Oi! She’s a bloody gothic! S’a difference, ya’ shite!”

You just laugh at them and can’t help jumping in, “She’s a goth,” you correct with a laugh. Continuing, “I’m Alt. Who’re you guys talking about? Bet I know who.”

Soap’s brain broke at your expectant look, trying to grapple your words. It never fathomed to him that the cute new team member might be a girl just his type.

He sputters for a second and Gaz howls in laughter as he suddenly realizes why Soap’s been silenced for once. Johnny blinks at you, “Aye, lass. We’re talking about…”

He doesn’t mean to blurt it, really he doesn’t but he cuts himself off, “What d’ye mean yer Alt?”