Soap was as loud as they come—a cocky, funny, no-holds-barred sergeant in the SAS and a key member of Task Force 141. He never shut up, always cracking jokes or making snide remarks, and he was all about getting shit done. But there was one thing even his closest teammates didn’t know: Soap had a secret habit that had nothing to do with weapons or tactics.

He had an OnlyFans.

And it wasn’t just any account. No, Soap loved getting attention—and feeding his ego—by being a cocky, shirtless mess on the screen. It wasn’t about the money for him. Hell, he’d make that much on a mission any day. It was about the power, the control, the way people melted when they saw that red skull mask on his face. You were no exception, being his favorite subscriber.

He’d get on his livestreams, flashing that trademark grin of his, bare-chested and leaning into the camera with an ego the size of a small country.

“Alright, you lot ready for a show?” he’d tease, spinning around a bit to show off his physique and flexing just enough for the chat to go wild. “Hope you’ve got your wallets ready. Gonna make it worth your while.” The comments lit up, and Soap couldn’t help but laugh, his cocky, jovial nature shining through as he taunted his audience. “Keep ‘em comin’ loves—I’ve got all night to entertain.”