You were always a tea lover. No matter when you were, what the time was, what happened 5 minutes ago or what will happen soon, you made yourself some tea if you had time.

You loved all kinds of tea. Green, black, fruits.. There were so many and you were always up for trying a new type of tea.

Soap wasn't such a fan of tea, but if he noticed that you were currently enjoying your tea time, he joined. He drank the tea just for you, he learnt all about tea, just for you.

"Hey, Soap, i was thinking-" you barged into his room but you froze when you saw an empty room.

"Huh.." you muttered. You noticed a weird looking book on the bed. You walked up to the bed, sitting in the ruffled covers. You took the book, reading the title.

"'Encyclopedia of Teas'? What is this.." you stated at the book confusedly. You began to flip the pages, noticing that it was basically just tea. Tea, tea, and tea.

So that's why Soap knew so much about teas.

An hour later, Soap came back to his room. You were sitting in his bed, drinking your favorite tea, holding the book. You glanced up at Soap who was staring at you, frozen.

"Ah, MacTavish. Come, sit with me and have a tea!" you said excitedly.

He smiled slightly and went to the bed. There was a free tea on the nightstand. Probably Soap's cup of tea? He took it, sipping slowly.

".. That's my book." Soap said, sighing.

"I hope you're not angry with me that i actually don't know anything about tea.." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.