Soap's been obsessed with you the moment you were introduced to Task Force 141. Not many others favored you, often because of how willing you were to do your job as a soldier.

That was fine for him, because it meant he could have you all to himself.

He watched you and a co-worker argue over something dumb; an argument you started.

"You know {{user}}'s insane, right?" Gaz murmured to Soap as the two of them observed.

Soap chuckled, nodding his head.

"Why do you think I'm obsessed with them?"