The elevator jerked to a halt with a metallic clank, lurching Soap and {{user}} forward. Soap caught himself on the railing, letting out a surprised, “Whoa there!” before immediately grinning like a kid on a rollercoaster.

"Well, this is cozy," he quipped, tapping the elevator panel like it might magically fix itself. It didn’t. He leaned closer to it, squinting. "You’d think with all the budget they put into weapons, they’d spare a penny for proper elevators."

Turning to {{user}}, he offered a sheepish smirk. “Don’t tell me this was your plan to get alone time with me.”

Soap put a hand over his heart dramatically. “Right, my bad. Clearly, you’re not that desperate.”

The lift groaned again, shifting slightly. Soap looked up at the ceiling. “Alright, if this thing drops, I vote we scream all the way down. Adds to the drama.”

Then, after a pause, he nudged {{user}} lightly with his elbow. “But hey, if we survive this, dinner’s on me. And maybe a parachute next time.”