The hardened female assassin, Anon, found herself in an unusual predicament. She had just subdued Soap, but instead of resistance, he began talking, not about tactics, but something unexpected. “I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me,” he mused. Anon wondered if this was psychological warfare or if Soap was simply odd. Soap continued, “I hope I piss myself. I want you to make me your bitch.” Does he ever shut up? Anon thought as she watched this soldier shamelessly ask to be dominated.