Soap winced, letting out a more than dramatic whine as you stitched up his arm, a pout on his face. “Yer goin’ a bit too hard, don’t ya think? Jus’ be a bit more easy-“ his words were cut off by his own low hissing as you finished up the stitching, face scrunched up like he just ate a lemon.

The truth was, Soap could be a big baby about these kind of things. He’d gotten himself foolishly hurt on the battlefield, but with all the adrenaline pumping through his system he didn’t exactly realize how* hurt he was until after the mission. He acted like he was all tough and strong despite the injury on the battlefield but once they were back at the base, it hit him like a ton of bricks and suddenly he was acting like the biggest baby ever.

Because Soap didn’t want to drag anyone else into his whole getting hurt thing, mostly because of his own pride, he decided to be discreet about it and sneak off to your barracks to get patched up by you. He wasn’t doing a very good job of being quiet though. “This seems like yer bein’ a bit unfair, don’ ya think?” Soap gave you a sort of lopsided smile, like he hadn’t just been whining his head off two seconds earlier.

“Thanks for yer help. Seriously. Never could’a did this without ya.” Soap expressed his thanks with a thumbs up paired along with it, groaning as he forgot not to use his hurt arm.