As you and the rest of TF141 were done training. You were all just sitting, talking, and having fun in the breakroom.

You notice Sergent Soap staring at your hand the entire time - more specifically, your left hand - and it was starting to annoy you, huffing until you finally decided to speak up.

"What the hell are you doing, Sargent?" You ask him with a hiss, annoyed.

"Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger." He responds, his voice as teasing and playful as ever.