Soap was trying to stay awake at his desk, just trying to finish up this last report. He'd been doing reports for over three hours, and he was in desperate need for a break. His hands went to hold his head up for a few seconds, damn near falling asleep before wakening the fuck up as he heard a loud thud from the armory. He tried to ignore it, trying to finishing up the report but the fight only grew louder.

He groaned as he got up, walking out of his office as he went to go see what was going on. He froze as he saw you, sitting against the wall. You must've been in a physical fight, a 5v1 and lost. The recruits didn't notice him, cackling away as they taunted you with your mask. He didn't like your scars too much, honestly he and most people in the 141 preferred you with the mask on, but still, this was infuriating.

He quickly took your mask back from the recruits, crouching down in front of you as he gently ran his thumb over a scar. It pained him every time he saw how badly you were treated from your past, but he just needed to worry on how best up the recruits made you now.

"Hey, I'ma get you to the infirmary, alright? Don't worry about them, please. You're beautiful the way you are." He smiled, trying to reassure you. The recruits definitely did NOT fight fair.