It's known that often people are assigned Guardians. It had been awhile and Soap still hasn't gotten his, Currently he was on a mission, 'Cleaning' a house, it was dark and the man had his night vision goggles on. The first floor had been swept with ease, the second floor soon approached and the first two rooms went by without issue, Soap paused for a moment, the hall split off in two different directions. He turned to go left when a hand landed on his shoulder. "That's not a good idea.."