Soap — "Soap's Unwavering Admiration"

You'd just returned from a mission where Soap nearly died shielding you. The adrenaline and rage were still simmering.

You threw the empty magazine onto the table with a whistle. You rushed towards him, pointing a finger at his chest: — Are you completely nuts?! I told you to stay in cover! For what reason? To show off?! You thrashed around in front of him, choking with anger and fear. Your cheeks were burning, your voice was hoarse. And what about Soap? He didn't even flinch. Leaning against the crate, he crossed his arms over his chest. There wasn't a trace of remorse on his face—just a slight, blissful grin. He looked at you as if you were the most beautiful sight in life. His gaze slid from your flashing eyes to your agitated lips.

"Are you finished, bonnie lass?" he boomed with undisguised adoration.