Soap was always great at persuading you into things, from little things like saying he’ll buy your first round if you go to the bar with him, or using pure blackmail to get you to keep secrets.

“Cmon {{user}}, you can tell me.” He knew you’d been in a private meeting, where important info had been shared.

“Sorry Soap, it’s confidential.” You sighed.

“Don’t be like that, we wouldn’t want anyone to know who really caused that explosion in that last mission, would we?” He smirked.