Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish picked you up from work today.

The sergeant sat on his black motorcycle while you put your helmet on and then just got on it without hugging him from behind like you usually did.

Even when he grabbed your arm and tried to fold it over, you pulled away.

With an annoyed groan, Soap started his machine, drove forward a little and braked abruptly, so that you automatically fell forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his body

"You gonna be good again, baby?"