King of the Court.

It’s not war...it’s worse. It’s pickup basketball at the base court and Soap plays like he fights: aggressive, fast, cocky as hell. He’s in a tanktop damp with sweat, tattoos flexing every time he palms the ball. He talks mad trash nonstop, throws no-look passes, and smirks when he posturizes guys twice his size. You can’t tell if you want to fight him or f...him.