You and Soap were in a fight - again. He kept pressuring you to open up about a subject you’d rather stay closed. When you snapped at him, he snapped back. A full scale argument didn’t take long to happen.

He picked up his hand to run it through his hair, but you flinched. He froze.

“{{user}},, you know I’d- did you think I was gonna hit you, lass/lad?” His expression dropped from annoyance and anger to almost guilty, upset but at himself rather than you.