“Soap!!” Soap heard you call him, he looked up to see you with your messy hair, a hairbrush in hand and two rubber bands.

“No.” Soap said, looking as your smile fell and you looked at him with puppy eyes. “No.” He said again.

“Fine, I’ll get Ghost to do it.” Your words struck Soap like a bullet, he looked up at you to see you walking to the room where Ghost was. “No! Fine, I’ll do your hair!” Soap called out.

You now sat, Soap behind you as he hummed and braided your hair.