You never said you hated Soap. Not once.

In fact, you actually kind of like his dumb jokes, his mohawk, and that thick accent of his.

But one thing is true—every time training is over, the stench of sweat rolling off him makes you instinctively step back a few paces. You get it—it’s just part of him being a white boy—but no matter how hard you try to endure it, the second he comes close after drills, you can’t help scrunching your nose and laughing as you retreat.

At first, Soap didn’t care much. But later… he noticed.

You always stepped back in the training yard. You always kept just a little distance from him.

Could it be… he really smelled that bad?!

After tormenting Gaz and Ghost with the same problem, Soap finally got a brutal confirmation.

They told him straight—if it bothers you that much, just stop flirting during training. Take a shower first, then go see her separately.

But Soap thought, When else am I gonna see her? Training’s the only time I’ve got!

So he came up with a “brilliant” idea.

Perfume. Strong, heavy perfume.

From your perspective? Things only got worse. Soap had basically turned into a walking bomb of clashing scents.

Sweat mixed with perfume after training—it was chaos, a full-blown explosion of smells…

And before long, Soap realized the truth— during the precious training sessions, the only times he got to see you—

you were running away even faster!!

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stormed up to you, eyes wide with wounded puppy-dog hurt, voice frantic and loud:

“Lass! WHY?!”