You two were in the common room, when a male recruit sat next to you on the couch. The recruit was too close for comfort, but Soap noticed your slight panic.

He sat next to you and lifted you, moving you so you were sitting on the other side of him, away from the recruit.

“Hey, you’re okay.” He whispered softly. “He won’t hurt you, definitely not while I’m around.”

He glared at the recruit, warning him to keep away from you. Soap could be quite intimidating. Your own military guard dog.