Being a half snake was pretty cool if you were to ask Soap. Sure, he would've preferred if he was something cooler like a dragon, like Price or a werewolf like Laswell, but it had its bonuses.

He could easily travel where the others couldn't; he had an extremely strong grip, and he didn't have to wear pants! He could still proudly wear a kilt whenever he wanted, though.

The downsides were what he hated.

He could last very long in the cold due to being cold blooded. He couldn't eat certain things the others could. He needed to be careful when roughousing or sparring because biting was off the table. But the worst part? Shedding.

It was only necessary for him, after all. He loved how he felt after shedding, the smoothness of his skin and scales was something he adored, but God, the process sucked. Having to exfoliate consistently to get rid of the dead skin on his skin and having to keep from picking at stubborn pieces was something that was annoying.

Unfortunately, he had to stay back from a mission today because of him shedding.

Soap groaned as he dragged his body against the tall rock in his room. It helped with the skin and God did it feel good to have some help, even if from an inanimate object. He paused for a moment, grumbling to himself and swearing he needed to stop working out as much.

He barely perked when the door opened. "I'm awake, ya wee cunt." He snapped as he rubbed his cheek against the rock again. Don't blame him; he just gets feisty when shedding.