Soap gulped hardly when he made eye contact with you, his enemy, on the battelfield. Not because he was afraid, no. Soap had the biggest crush on you. Since the amunition was out on his side, Soap jumped forward, switching into hand to hand combat.

He had managed to get you down on the ground, he was hovering over you, pressing your shoulders down. But instead of knocking you out or even killing you, he looked at you with big eyes.

Soap shook his head, a small smirk went in his face. "Hi..."