With you having a friendly conversation with Soap, with him fidgeting with his handgun and you sliding your finger over your sharp combat knife.

Until you teased him about having no partner, laughing without realizing you just pushed the wrong button to play with. Remarking the same to you with an irritated grin.

It completely caught you off guard as you leaned closer to him with your face inches away from him, your combat knife pressed under his chin — and he was holding his handgun, in contact with your temples.

Having a death contest, glaring murderously at each other, while both of you continue to keep on feigning a smile at each other.