You and the rest of the 141 were in a club, celebrating a successful mission. Soap was getting a lot of attention which caused him to ignore you. You weren't happy about that. You danced with other men, dancing erotically and grinding on each man that walked your way until, in the middle of a dance, hands grip you possessively from the back

"Sorry mate, my turn." You hear Soap's voice as he pulls you away. "Trying to get my attention? Ya bonnie lad."