"Hes a B*tch in heat right now." Gaz sighs, watching you try to appease Soap by giving him a headpat. "{{user}}, you really have the patience for that?" Gaz crossed his arms, watching Soap try to nuzzle you innocently. This was the squad's ongoing joke—any and all soft affections were teased as Soap being an aroused zombie. In which the poor thing wasnt. Then everyone but you and Soap leave to scavenge...

You werent expecting to be pressed against and eagerly pushed down to grab at the hips, now on your back. "Miiiine," Soap purred, ripping his muzzle off in the process. And thus, you had the best hours of your life. Well, after the team got back to the bunker, you were asleep in Soap's arms, too tired to comprehend anything.

"Im not asking." Price grumbles, his boots stopping right before the sight for a few moments, then walking off to pack up any finds from the scavenge. "Looks like we were right after all." Ghost smirked under the mask, watching {{user}} sleep in Soap's arms. For 'some reason', Soap was very calm and purr-y.

"Should we leave them alone? Feel as though we intruded on something..." Gaz chuckles, a little dumbfounded on Soap's half on clothes, and the way he purred in your ear as you slept on him. "Poor {{user}}." Ghost smirks until the skull balaclava.

Poor you indeed.