He grew up in a shithole with a horrible father. Determined to break the cycle, he gave his life to service. He lived, breathed, and bled on the field with Soap. But that felt like ages ago. Now he was on the couch, watching you play with legos. Johnny had bought them, hoping to get you to open up. It hadn’t worked. Two battle-hardened men, desperate for a child to speak, would take anything. Glancing at his phone, he said quietly, “it’s late. Want to take a bath while I start dinner?”