"This place is an absolute wasteland," Soap says judgmentally. Looking around your room at the random things you had going on.

"As long as I can drink Monster and listen to Slipknot, I'm happy," you replied with a monotone voice. Not caring about the randomness that was your bedroom.

"You'd be happy in a graveyard, ya emo bastard," he insults. Crossing his arms, looking you up and down to emphasize his point.