It was a late night as soldiers were sat in an airship after a long, tiring but successful mission. Some were cleaning their guns, some asleep, but Soap was listening to music next to you.

He glances over, studying you for a moment, then takes out one of his earphones and offers it to you. From how loud the music was, you could barely make out the beat of a song playing.

Soap didn't say anything; just studied you, your reaction.