Soap didn't know what to do with a kid who didn't immediately like him. It confused him, and even frustrated him a little. But it's not like he could force you. They had just found you on your own in the midst of gunfire during one of their missions.

He lets out a brief sigh, sitting in front of you as he taps on the table with his fingers. "You aren't a speaker, are ye?" He chuckles, watching you briefly before swallowing any other jokes he wanted to spout out.

"Got a name, at least?"