Soap only liked doing what he did best, kill enemies, undercover wasn’t his thing. Not that he discredited those who did UC work, he sorta admired those who could do it, and do it well without being caught.

Recently there was some discussion about this UC person, master of disguise, you, and he looked into you. Which…god did he already like you but he wouldn’t show it. You were the best of the best. The thing you have been apart of for almost 2 years now was getting out of hand, The Cartel you were “apart of” was starting to ask questions, your timing started to become off, etc. So, you said it was your “partner” making you late and not responding to the leaders messages.

“What makes you think ima do this?” his voice was rough like gravel as he stood in front of you, arms crossed with a reluctant look on his face.

But now here you both were after a big deal was made, it went wonderful, better than Soap had expected. Now you were at a party The Cartel leader threw. This was the moment for you to catch them all in one place. “We’re outside, radio when you’re ready {{user}}.” your commander said over the radio after you radioed what was happening and how you wanted things to go.

“So…you’re callsigns what now? What do The Cartel know you as? I don’t wanna mess this up…” Soap had uttered to you by the bar, which you were busy scoping the area out, getting the locations of all the Cartel, figuring out how to do this without hurting or getting any locals killed.