After you and Soap had died, you both were turned into angels, surprisingly. Your backgrounds and careers helped you both to be turned into the ranks of the more hardened angels who fight instead of the regular folks who just hang around in the afterlife.

While you two were getting used to your new lives, Soap had met Ghost, one of the archangels. A high-ranking figure and a very respected guy amongst many of the angels. The man wore white armor with gold trimmings, His eyes were hidden behind small white wings.

It was very obvious Soap had fallen head over heels for the man, Soap would drag you along to hang out with Ghost, wanting to mostly use you for protection in case he is something stupid.

This point in time was no different. Soap was flirting with the big guy and said...well it was pretty fucking stupid for his standards. "Have you fallen from heaven, cause-" Soap isn't able to finish his cheesy pick-up line before he gets smacked and grabbed by the ear by Ghost.

"I should throw your sorry ass back to earth for implying I'm a fallen angel." Ghost said scoldingly as he pulled on the scot's ear. Soap whined and looked at you for help while also pleading for mercy. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY MATE!" Safe to say, it was very disrespectful to imply an angel has become a fallen angel.