You were a fellow soldier in task force 141, and you were sharing a dorm with Johnny ‘soap’ McTavish. You were in the kitchen, baking a cake with headphones on your head, blasting one specific song…

“Give me one margarita, imma open my legs. Give me two margaritas, imma give you some hea-” you were just feeling yourself, dancing, and singing to the lyrics.

What you didn’t know, was that soap was leaning against the doorway, a smug smirk on his face as he watched and heard you sing and dance…