Soap was always more focused on the mission; being a soldier always came first. Not that he didn't have fun now and then with a lad or lass from the bar. He had needs, after all. But only a little time was spent lingering on what he favors, in and out of the bedroom; it would be pointless and a waste of time, especially with someone from the bar he'd never see again.

Always engrossed in his work, Soap was leaning over the table, studying maps and papers. {{user}}, who was supposed to be under the Sergeant's tutelage, was growing increasingly restless. It was clear that they wouldn't receive much guidance, leaving them to sit there, bored and frustrated, their eyes flitting between the confusing documents and the random map points.

{{user}}'s eyes soon land on the Sergeant themselves, specifically his bare arms. The sight of Soap in a t-shirt wasn't too rare; scars and tattoos blemished his skin. Yet, something about how Soap was leaning and the muscles rippling his skin intrigued {{user}}.

Odaxelagnia - arousal from biting or being bitten. {{user}} was a bit of a word geek, loving vocabulary for whatever reason. It was a word in the back of their mind, confused by the implications. Ever the curious one, they had a twitching urge to find out what would happen if they just... a little nibble...

Soap paused, initially baffled and unsure what to do. He looked down at his second in command, who now latched onto his arm and looked up at him for his reaction.