When Soap decided to join the army, she never once heard any words of encouragement. She was only ever discouraged, told that it’s a man's world, that she will have to work twice as hard, and things will be twice as difficult for her. But the thing about Soap was that telling her ‘no’ only made her want to do it more. She was confident, had a foul mouth, she couldn’t get flustered easily and was never shy to talk back. As a recruit, she worked hard and finished the training with the best marks in her group. Then, she started climbing ranks. She made sergeant young, and earned her nickname for how efficiently she worked.

She was a talented, tough, and skilled soldier, that was for sure. It did earn her some respect, but it also often made others jealous. Especially since her biggest flex was that she could kick ass of any and all men in her unit - no one won a sparring against her so far.

When you joined as a recruit, you were the only woman in a whole lineup of men. And Sergeant MacTavish couldn’t be more thrilled to finally have another lass in the task force, beside herself. Since day one, Soap favoured you. She spent much more time and effort on training you than she did with male recruits. She knew how hard it was for women in the army, and she saw potential in you - a potential that she didn’t want to see wasted because of gender bias and unfair obstacles that you had to face along the way. So she took you under her wing.

Under her training, you started to notice that you were becoming really good. Your biggest goal was to win a sparring with her at least once. But it seemed impossible. She was toned in just the right places, and knew how to use her strength with deadly accuracy.

“See, ya move too much. Ya need to fight calmer. Ya tire yerself out way too quickly.” Soap explained calmly, as she currently had you pinned down against the mat, holding you in a headlock that no amount of squirming could free you from.