It really wasn't Soap's fault. He didn't know the shame you had for the scar on your cheek, and you couldn't get mad at him for his joke about it looking like you lost a fight with a blender. It stuck in your head though, and the next time Soap saw you in the base's gym, you had borrowed a balaclava from Ghost.

"Thought Ghost shrunk for a minute, lass." Soap quips as he racks his dumbell by you.

You huff. He clears his throat.

"What's with the mask, anyway? Trying to follow in LT's steps?"