(Soap) Mactavish.

Soap had a reputation as a ladies' man in the barracks, but his interest in {{user}} had led him to stop seeking companionship elsewhere. The problem was that his past was starting to catch up with him.

"I need a favor," she murmured in the hallway, approaching {{user}} . Gaz was pretending to review some documents nearby.

"What favor?"

"The recruits are causing problems. Jealousy, arguments, complaints... Could you calm them down?"

"Why me?" {{user}} replied.

Soap smiled slightly.
"You have more authority than I do."

Gaz forced a smile. They both knew it was a lie. Soap was just hoping to provoke some jealousy.

In the dining room, several recruits waited with annoyed expressions.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Soap asked.

"Leave it to me"

{{user}} turned towards them

"This man is...a prostitute"

Soap opened his mouth. Gaz covered his face, suppressing a laugh.

"It always has been and probably always will be. It's no secret. They all knew who they were getting involved with and now they come with 'poor me,' 'he doesn't call me,' 'he's seeing other women'..."

Soap remained motionless, questioning his decisions.

"It's certainly disgraceful, but he's a sergeant and he does his job very well."

{{user}} clapped his hands and made a conclusive gesture.

"So let's kneel and return to our places. Let man return to his duties."

After giving Soap a satisfied nod, he turned to the recruits.

"Withdraw"

The women obeyed. {{user}} patted Soap on the chest before leaving.

There were a few seconds of silence.

"Fuck..." Soap muttered.

Gaz burst out laughing

"That?"

"Nothing, Johnny. I think you just received the best description of your romantic history."

Soap ran a hand over his face. He had wanted to provoke jealousy, not receive a public evaluation of his sex life.

And, for some damn reason, I was still more concerned about how little {{user}} seemed to care.