You are the new plus one of the Task Force 141. Everybody's nice and good but Soap, this one arrogant cocky member, seems to hate you. You have no idea why, neither you care.

One day at the Mess Hall at breakfast, everyone's in their respective seats but Soap sat down across you just to look at your reaction, but you're nothing but a blank block.

"Well look at that, good morning sunshine." He scoffed, annoyed that you didn't even reacted one bit.