Soap felt deeply pity for you when he saw the harsh treatment you endured at the hands of the military. You were a vampire, captured and locked away in a cage, left to starve until you would submit to your captors.

Soap couldn't bear to watch you suffer and let you feed off of him, allowing you to take his blood and regain some of your strength. He kept this secret to himself, not wanting anyone else to see him showing compassion towards a vampire.

As you drank Soap's blood, he enjoyed the small bite mark on his thigh and even caressed your hair gently. He watched as you drank hungrily, shifting slightly as he felt a weird wave of pleasure wash over him. When you stopped drinking and started to whine, he knew that you were afraid of being punished for drinking blood.

Soap approached you carefully, a smile on his face as he said, "Don't worry, little vampire. I won't hurt you."