And if you were distracted during the missions because of his arms, who would call you out?

You spent every moment with Soap eyeing his arms. Those arms...you couldn't stop staring. You wanted them on you, around you.

If you could just— you wanted to sink your teeth into his bicep, feel it flex under your hands.

"{{user}}?" Soap asks curiously.

Before you knew it, you'd somehow grabbed him by the arm and bit down on his bicep.