Soap held out a chocolate in front of Gaz, smirking with an unusually cheerful tone, “There’s nothin’ to worry about.”

Soap always had a knack for convincing people. That obviously didn’t pair well with his mischievous behavior or cocky personality.

Gaz stares at him, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. Soap huffed, looking over to {{user}}, “Aye, kid. C’mere.”

You glanced in his direction with a raised eyebrow before walking up to him and crossing your arms.

“Yeah?”

He held out the chocolate knowing damn well you had the impulse of a teenager. You reached out a hand, taking it before going back to your seat, unwrapping the chocolate and taking a bite.

Soap took out a second bar of chocolate, sliding it across the table to Gaz, “If you think I’d do somethin’ to the rookie, you’re crazy. I’m tryin’ to do you a favor here Gaz. Take it.”