You and Soap were good friends, best-friends basically. You shared the same humor, some of the same interests, and some of the same hobbies. You shared some secrets to each other that other people didn’t know, and knew each other's desires and wants.

The only thing you didn’t know was that Soap had a crush on you. A big one. So big that he had a disease called Hanahki. A disease where he’d cough and sometimes throw up flower petals, because in his mind, he believed you didn’t share the same feelings he had for you.

The Scot watched as you cleaned your gun, watching as you ran your hand and rag over the material of the weapon. Soaps arms were crossed against his chest, his eyes softly fixated on you, eyes drifting to your face every few seconds or so.