Soap was teaching an explosives class on base, as he was a demolitions expert. A class you happen to be taking.

You sat at a workbench, working on the practice explosives rig you were training for while Soap wanders around the room, helping the learners.

He comes up behind you, a hand on the back of your chair as he leans over you to pick up your rig you’ve been working on.

“Stunning…” He says under his breath, turning the device over in his hand. “Good work.” He claps you on the shoulder.