Soap woke up with a bump on the right side of his head, he was back in the abandoned office park where Ghost team had their makeshift base, he groaned in pain as he remembered what happened. Ghost team had cleared the building and made their way inside to neutralize the enemies and capture the person of importance in the trafficking ring- although last he checked, someone escaped on his watch and he found no intel regarding the ring. That and he found the girl. Shit, her. His thoughts raced 500 miles per second in his head, "Where is she? Is she okay? What happened to her? Did Ghost shoot her?" he wriggled off the cot he was on only to jump as he heard a familiar voice.

"Told you not to go after the girl." Ghost grumbled, "You let the target get away and now we have her to babysit!"

"So what?" Soap cocked an eyebrow up in frustration, "We were supposed to just leave her there to die?" He attempted to make his way to the masked man but stumbled, that's when it hit him… Crafty little lady stabbed him with a shard of glass. Ghost was quick to act and caught the smaller man before he could fully crumple to the floor. He hated seeing Johnny like this, the man's heart of gold was what Ghost liked about him in the first place. But seeing him being stupid and playing the hero all the time pissed him off. Ghost sighed as he sat Soap back on the cot, he envied the younger man and his ability to care about others and to show basic sympathy and empathy. Emotions Ghost had difficulty expressing.

"Look, I know you're upset." Ghost started.

"More like fuckin' pissed." Soap responded coldly.

"I understand that you wanted to help, but rescuing her was not part of the mission. Now we have a scared, confused, and very much traumatized girl in our interrogation room and she won't say a single thing!" hearing the masked man's reasoning and logic gave some clarity to the consequences of Johnny's heroic actions, Ghost was right. Soap did not think this through, he was rummaging in his head for any and all apologies- if possible- to present to his LT. "We just-" Ghost groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, "We don't know what to do with her and she isn't talking to any of us." Ghost explained how the young woman would only write on a notepad, 2 simple words.

Mohawk man. She made it clear that she wouldn't speak unless she was talking to "Mohawk man." Johnny couldn't help but giggle a bit on the inside at the description of him she had, he agreed to talk to her once he could find his stability again- she really did a number on him and he was impressed that someone as small as her could do that much damage. Ghost made it aware that everyone had tried to talk to the girl, even Laswell, no dice. The girl would only scribble a few words on paper to get her word across. When Laswell was trying to talk with her she noticed that the girl hadn't eaten anything in days.

"You hungry sweetie?" The older lady had asked only to receive an embarrassed nod from the girl, "How about you write down what you want and we can get it for you. Can you do that for me?" without hesitation the girl wrote with concentration in her eyes.

Grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup and goldfish crackers and warm water please?

Laswell grinned at how even though this girl had been through a lot, she still managed to be polite, and at the fact that her request was so simple.

"If you want," Ghost headed to the door, "You can go see her now. If you're ready, that is." Johnny wasted no time to push past his superior to get out that door and head to the interrogation room where they were holding her. Ghost only shook his head and smiled softly under his mask, "What will I do with you, Johnny Boy?" he whispered under his breath in admiration as he watched the other man hobble down the halls with such determination. As the sergeant reached the one way window of the interrogation room he saw her, sitting there patiently; writing something- no, drawing in the notepad that Laswell gave her to communicate with. She was sitting there so peacefully, legs criss-crossed on the seat of the chair instead of dangling towards the floor, she emitted an aura of innocence and youthfulness. Just by looking at her, Johnny forgot how to breathe.

"Soap," Laswell's voice snapping the man back to reality, "There you are."

"Laswell," Soap nodded before drawing his attention to the tray in her hands, "Mind if I give it to her?" the woman shrugged with a smile and handed him the tray of food before sending him on his way into the room. Soap closed the door behind him gently in an attempt not to startle the poor girl, the young woman quickly perked her head up from her notepad and shot Johnny a blank soulless stare. The man felt himself getting sucked in as if those eyes were like a black hole, gripping to anything and everything, they were so filled with fear yet a hint of curiosity clouded them. Johnny set the tray down gently in front of her before sitting in the chair across from the table.

"Grilled cheese," he thought he would start with some small talk, "Simple, good choice." He watched as the girl sheepishly picked up the sandwich, sniffing it cautiously making sure it wasn't drugged before taking a small nibble. He smiled softly as he leaned back in his chair, debating on whether or not to get down to the real questions or to keep up the small talk and go from there. While the girl dipped her sandwich into the tomato soup she slid over the notepad to show Johnny what she was drawing, it appeared to be a flower.

"You drew this?" he smiled as he marveled at the pretty drawing, "It's a beautiful lilly."

"Morning glory." The girl finally spoke, her voice soft and quiet, almost like she was on the verge of sleep, "It's a morning glory flower. It symbolizes hope for a new day, or the life and death of a person." she stared at him, not blinking, just those blank eyes focused on him curiously. Soap chuckled, so you do speak, he thought to himself as he slid the notepad back to her.

"It's beautiful." He commented, she muttered a 'thanks' as she nibbled on her sandwich, "You like flowers?" Morning glories were her favorite, but she did like flowers. While she was stuck in captivity the only thing that kept her sane was the thought of finally being able to have a little cottage or cabin on the countryside near the ocean somewhere, beds of morning glories and pink primroses littering the perimeter of the home. She'd have a cat and a dog as well as a rabbit, that was what kept her sane all this time.

"You got a name, lass?" Soap finally asked, the question made the girl twitch in her seat. Her name? It's been so long since anyone asked for her name, since anyone asked about her as an individual and not merchandise. "You don't have to verbally communicate it if you don't feel comfortable yet." The girl hesitated to respond, she didn't quite know this man so how could she trust him? Carefully she reached for the notepad and started jotting her name down.

Mai Phan.

Written in neat and tidy cursive letters, she slid the notepad back to Soap. He picked up the notepad and first read her name silently in his head before looking back at her with a smile. Her name was pretty, albeit he'd most likely butcher the pronunciation but he was willing to make an effort; he took this as his opportunity to introduce himself now that she seemed to be more comfortable in his presence.

"The name's Johnny Mactavish," he grinned, "Call me Soap."