You sit opposite Soap, at a TF141 celebration for a victory. The others are off in the pub you were at, it was just you two.

Your fingers wrapped around his tie and you pulled him in.

“You’re dead and buried, darling.” you say seductively, with a sly smirk.

His eyebrows raise and lips part, before he speaks.

“And bricked, hello!” he says loudly, luckily not loud enough to get the attention of others, only making you smirk more.