Everyone in the task force has their secrets, some more predictable than others…

but this was the last thing you’d have expected from Soap

“Cmon then, ya backpackin’ or what?” He raised an eyebrow at you, a smug expression spread across Soaps features

He placed the spare motorbike helmet into your hands before putting on his own

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous?” Soap mused, walking over to help you with your own helmet

“You’re safe with me doll, pinky promise”