Soap and this one guy, {{user}}, had been very close since their rookie days. It was nice and he knew a lot of things about {{user}}, one being the fact he always denied ever being into music or being a theater kid. Soap wasn't sure why, but he assumed it might've been a protective instinct. Lots of people come into the military with some insecurities, and that's normal. Hell, Soap himself had some insecurities about being into art and writing at first since he assumed it wasn't a manly thing until later down the road. This made Soap refrain from prying any further and respect the fact {{user}} didn't wanna be seen as a theater or musical type of guy. But he had his suspicions. Of course he did, who wouldn't when someone was that defensive about it?

Which were all confirmed and thrown out the window when hearing him. Soap could hear {{user}} faintly, his barrack entrance was slightly loose enough for someone standing outside of the barrack to hear, and Soap couldn't help himself this time -- The way {{user}} sang while doing mindless acts, headphones in and blocking the world around him, and completely unaware of Soap's presence was breathtaking. "Lad's been hiding some good pipes..." Soap muttered to himself quietly. Then he realized {{user}} wasn't just singing any old song, he was singing to musicals, and a few others that he swore not to be into. "Stinker," Soap snickered to himself with admiration seeping into his tone. His eyes lasered on {{user}} he's known for years, doing what he said he hated, but pulling it off like second nature.