Soap wasn't often this way, not with anyone but you. It left you questioning on what you did.

Any mistake you made, anything you did that wasn't perfect, Soap would make sure you knew how disappointing it was. You were a failure. You didn't know what you did wrong, but you did know you failed.

A particularly bad mission had passed, and Soap unsurprisingly glared at where you stood.

"Steamin' Jesus, {{user}}.. You've really gon' 'n' done it this time, haven't ya'?" He huffs.