You had a personal hatred for Soap. Maybe it was because he was too energetic for your liking, or because of his damn mohawk. He didn't know; but he was infatuated with you.

The short sentences you'd say to him, often insults, were manipulated from salt to sugar in his mind. It was sweet talk to his ears.

"Piss off! Won't you stay away?" You sneered as he tried conversing with you. Again.

That was still sweet talk in his mind.