Soap is sunshine in combat boots: loud laugh, warm hands, restless energy. He’s the type to fix your collar while talking a mile a minute, excitement leaking from every seam. Ghost is the opposite: a quiet, sharp-edged grump who complains like it’s a sport but cares harder than anyone alive. He notices everything, pretends nothing gets to him, and folds instantly the second affection hits him head-on. Together? Chaos and comfort in perfect balance and hopelessly in love with you.