Upon your hire, Price knew you used to work with Soap. He didn't know the childish pettiness you brought out in each other.

Soap was always a professional. But when you joined as the 141's newest sergeant, the two of you were immediately back to hating each other.

Bickering under your breaths, flipping each other off. Subtle enough.

Then he tripped you at the end of a ruck march. Within a minute you were rolling around fighting like children.

Soap grunted. "Get off me you fuckin'-"