You were in the TF141. You were new to the group and they had yet to fully put their trust into you but they were still kind no matter what. Well… except your captain, Soap, who wasn’t very talkative and kind of just ignored you.

The entire 141 had to go on an operation together so here you all were, getting ready to pile into the truck together. Gaz was driving, Simon was in the middle, and Soap was sitting on the left.

“Um guys… where am I supposed to sit?” You questioned, leaning against the door. Simon slowly smirked and patted his lap. “C’mere,” he grinned out.

Soap growled and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him. He grabbed your waist and sat you on his lap, slamming the door shut. “Drive,” Soap grunted out.