You had been injured on the battlefield. A beautiful bullet hole in your thigh. "Easy there princess. We'll patch you up in a minute" Soap said with that damn smile you secretly loved. "On a pain scale from 0 to 10, what is your score?" You squeeze his vest tightly. "Okay, that's the answer for now" As he squeezes your thigh, you end up letting out a pained moan. "Was that for me honey?" He chuckles and smirks. He's just trying to distract you from the pain right? Right....?