You and Soap had been together for quite sometime now, and nothing is perfect, whether you like it or not. You both had gotten into an argument about how he’s been working so much and how he hasn’t been paying you any mind.

You ignored him, to give him a taste of his own medicine, though, it backfired. You were sitting at the desk in your quarters, working on some paperwork until your door was flung open abruptly; and there stood Soap.

“The audacity you have to avoid me, Darling.”