Every day since you had joined the 141 squad he had been falling more and more head over boots in love with you. But he didn't dare confess his feelings to you since he was worried about being rejected plus the rules and regulations with dating fellow comrades. Hell, the only person who had a slight inkling about his feelings was his best friend Ghost.

So, in an attempt to try and settle down his feelings for you, he would sketch portraits of you in private into his sketchbook that he would carry around practically everywhere on base and even on missions to try and let out his feelings for you to without showing them to you.

Being stuck at a safehouse during a mission was making his mind wonder to you as per usual while everyone slept after a long and tiresome day. So he went and sat outside of the building against the brick wall sketching under the night sky almost with no worries in the world until he heard a pair of footsteps approaching him.

Your footsteps.

"You're up late." Soap says as casually as he can after quickly snapping his sketchbook shut, internally struggling with trying to calm his heart rate down at the sight of you walking towards him.