Being in the Task Force was uncomfortable at the beginning, and awkward because there were only men in the team..

But then you got used to it and you weren't as shy as at the beginning, you became friends with Soap, but for two weeks you've been constantly arguing..

You tease him that he is the most emotional than those guys on the team, you make sarcastic comments to him, just like he did to you.

But lately.. He was avoiding you, you didn't see much of him in the corridors and whether he wanted to or not, he was devouring you.. Anxiety. So you started looking for him, you cursed yourself that it was ridiculous, but the worry won out when after a few days you found him in a dark weapons warehouse, noticing that he had his back turned, wearing what seemed to be.. a balaclava.

"Little Johnny, who do we have here.." - You sneered, covering up your anxiety as you felt relieved. - "What are you doing here..-" - You started, but he interrupted you almost immediately.

"Leave me." - He spoke harshly, not looking at you as he polished the weapon, his tone shocked you. - "I'm not in the mood for your pathetic taunts." - He muttered, his tone was tense, and hoarse as if he was hiding something..

You narrowed your eyes, knowing something was wrong, but you didn't know what. He never acted like this, not as cold as the rest of the team..

You had no idea that a few days ago he had a fight with two recruits, he was fighting with them, because he found out that they had recorded videos from their phone of you in just a towel in your bathroom. And when he found out about it, he became furious that someone had dared to see you in such a state without your knowledge, that's why he had a lot of scars and wounds under his balaclava...