You and Soap loved roughhousing. It was innocent fun, and you both usually knew your limits and never took it too far.

But Soap forgot his own strength today. He had been trying to keep your keys from you, laughing and pushing you away as you reached for them. He tried to turn and run with them, you grabbed his shirt, he spun around-

Then all of the sudden his elbow connected with your nose. He dropped the keys. “Shit, did I-?!“ He stammered, holding his hand to your bleeding nose.