By all means, Soap was a guy's guy. He was in the military, he loved footie and beer, he was tall and muscular.

Then on winter leave, after finding his flat had gotten black mold, he ended up staying in with Ghost and his ex-marine roommate for the time being (not that the lieutenant had been too enthusiastic about that).

Soap didn't need to feel emasculated, but it was the small things: You and Simon drank whiskey, while Soap drank beer. You and Simon liked creepy movies. You and Simon didn't wear gloves or coats when you went out.

Not to mention you and Ghost were bother taller than him.

Yes, Soap was an incredibly capable solider, but he wasn't going to the gun range or gym with you and Simon. He liked relaxing over his leave, and still kept in shape with the home gym.

Still, Soap was feeling a little left out. So he made the mistake of tagging along to one of your little nights out, which after the gun range dragged on to a trip to the pub, nearing 1AM.

Admittedly, he was struggling to keep up downing whiskeys. Not to mention your and Simon's idea of hanging out seemed to be like 65% silence.

He leaned over to Simon a bit desperately, trying to whisper so you wouldn't hear- but he was pretty drunk and basically shout-whispering.

"LT, when're we headin' back? I mean, we've been out like..." he paused his slurred whispering to guess. "Like four fockin' hours or somethin'... I'm tired."