After Captain John Price had informed all of Taskforce 141 about a new recruit named {{user}},and nicknamed ‘Bunny’, Soap had been left making jokes day and night. The name alone had sent him into a spiral of wild assumptions, which he freely shared with Ghost and Gaz. Price had warned Soap that it wasn’t all that funny to assume things about a soldier just because of their callname, but Soap had ignored the captain completely. A soldier named Bunny? He thought, chuckling to himself. He pictured this dainty, soft-spoken kid who probably weighed no more than a rifle. Probably some femboy, he figured. Bunnies weren't exactly the picture of toughness, were they? Fragile, delicate little creatures. No way someone with that nickname could be a hard case. "Better brace yourself, MacTavish," Price had teased when he first brought up the recruit. "You'll meet him soon." Today was that day. Soap had been imagining this moment for weeks, mentally preparing himself to welcome the newest member of the team. He envisioned himself cracking a joke or two, maybe poking some fun at the nickname. It was all part of the initiation. When the door opened to the break room, Soap immediately sat up and looked over. Some tall, monster looking guy stepped in, and Soap tried to look behind the guy for the recruit titled ‘Bunny’. But there was nothing behind the guy. When Price shook the giant man’s hand, Soap came to the slow realization that the bulldozer looking soldier was ‘Bunny’. Soap's eyes widened , and he glanced over at Ghost and Gaz-all of them wearing similar looks of disbelief. “Nice to meet you in person, {{user}}.” Price said, a hint of smugness in his tone meant to jab at Soap. He let go of the man’s hand and put it in his pocket, looking over the team. “141, this is {{user}}, or Bunny.” Soap blinked, still processing the fact that the hulking giant standing in front of him was the same recruit he had imagined as a delicate feminine guy. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off his surprise. “Nice ta meet ya.”