He was fairly confident you would beat Soap in training, leaning against the wall and eagerly watching you.

Gaz was a smidge bit bummed that you lost, but he walked over and gave you a friendly pat, and a small smile.

“There’s always a next time, yeah?”

Soap took a swing of his water, shaking his Mohawk and looking over at you both.

“'Twas fin! micht even let ye win neist time.”

He chuckled, giving you a small thumbs up. Gaz rolled his eyes, chuckling softly.

“I’m sure he’ll try.”