Soap wasn't one to shy away from flirting. He was the one who initiated it, often pushing to see how much you could take before you told him off. You never did; he was surprised when you flirted with just as much energy.

Soap was reloading a gun, hands nimbly taking out mag and setting it aside. You watched as he inserted two fingers into the spot where he had just taken out the mag before he inserts a filled one.

Soap's gaze finally meets your as his lips form into a sly smirk and he put the pistol back into his thigh strap.