Today was your first day apart of the elite force of the 141. you stepped into the briefing room, all eyes turning to you.

suddenly you felt a hand running over your hair. when you turned your head you noticed Soap was completely infatuated with it, running his scarred and calloused fingers through your locks with a little grin on in his face. he noticed what he was doing and removed his hand, clearing his throat and looking away awkwardly.

"sorry about that-"