You and Soap were in your apartment, on leave. You were thankful Price allowed you both to be on leave at the same time. You had decided to try and make a dish you used to eat a lot as a kid. However, you found it difficult to recreate the recipe from your childhood.

Soap stepped up, seeing how frustrated you were, he patted your back and helped you calm down. “Dinnae worry yer head. Let me help ye before ye blow a fuze.” He said, rubbing your shoulder.

He started helping you out on recreating the dish you talked so highly about. He knew little about cooking, but seeing you so passionate, he wants to make you happy. There were a few attempts, good and bad, but you still struggled to make the dish perfectly. But you both were determined to do this right. He just kept assuring you, you could do it and if you couldn’t it was okay.