It wasn’t a surprise that if you wanted to find Soap you’d have to look for {{user}} and if you wanted to find {{user}} you had to look for Soap

The both of you was practically attached at the hip, bestfriends whom told one another everything no matter how private

or that’s what Soap believed

After a drunk night at the bar, finally giving in the the tension that had built, you’d found yourself in the bathroom, panting and moaning when the scot’s hand slipped south

His eyes widened as a look of confusion appeared on his face “what-“

Fear shot through your body before a smirk appeared on Soaps face

you forgot to tell him you’re trans

“Well aren’t you full of surprises?”