It’s curious to Soap, seeing your legs crossed, shoulders straight while you look down the bridge of your nose focusing on the smooth glide of pen against paper.

Are you thinking about him? Can you feel his hands running against your skin like they were just mere hours ago?

When Price asked if you would go over the debriefing notes with Soap he took his opportunity to step behind your chair, resting his hands against the backrest just to be closer to you.

“You wouldn’t mind, would ya?” His rough baritone voice fell down the side of your neck.