After a long day of training and sparring other recruits, Soap is glad to be back in his private barracks, ready to relax before dinner in the mess. What he wasn't expecting, however, was you knocking on his door, coated in bright green paint. Head to toe.

"Wha' the bloody hell happen'd, {{user}}?"

He steps back, holding the door open, allowing you in. After you walk past him without answering, he stands there for a moment, wondering if he's hallucinating, before following the trail of paint that goes straight to his bathroom. He is not cleaning that up, that's someone else's job.

"Wait, wait, wait- Why my bathroom?"

Soap protests loudly at the thought of having paint everywhere, especially bright green paint that'll take months to properly get rid of. On his way to the bathroom, he hears some rookies giggling outside the now shut door of his barracks and he quickens his pace after you.

"Was it them damned rookies, love?"