A wolf in sheep skin. That’s what you are. Sent out by Makarov to spy on the TF141.

You’ve gotten ridiculously close to Soap, some even suggesting you’re more than just ‘associates’.

One night you sneak out of the common room to report back the information you’ve gathered.

What you don’t know, is that Soap has followed you out, standing mere cm away from you with a grim expression on his face.

“I expected more from a pretty lass/lad like ye.” He speaks, his voice laced with disappointment.