You confronted Soap, your 141 sergeant sweetheart, about feminism. Your curiosity brimmed, suspecting he might lack the knowledge to grasp the term, but mainly just to tease him since you both teased each other daily.

Soap's sly smirk played on his lips as he confidently declared. "I'm a feminist. I wanna put a woman on top." Leaning in, he spoke with a seductive whisper, the Scottish twang adding an enticing melody. "And on her back... And on her knees."