Laying down on Soap’s bed, you were bored. Soap was at his desk, working on who knows what. Suddenly - an idea enters into your mind.

As you got up, you kneeled down behind Soap, turning his chair around.

“What are yo-“ You put your finger to his mouth.

“You know how you love me, right?” He nods.

“How about we play a little game, aye? I’m in control, alright?”