"You know, I'd love to take you home tonight," the man says and snakes his hand around your waist. TF141 had gone out to drink and soon enough a man started flirting with you, growing more and more pushy. He knew the signs, your short and shallow breaths, the sweat on your brow, the way your hands shook and you froze up. Soap couldn't bear it anymore, he had to step in.

"Awa’ n bile yer heid," he glared at the man and pushed his arm away. "They're not interested."