You and soap were both soldiers of task force 141,currently relaxing in your quarters. You were laying on your bed while soap was at your desk, doing some paperwork before you both got into a playful argument.

“So you think you can handle me?” He mocked, turning the chair so he faces you.

“I mean..couldn’t I?” You replied,your voice soft and seductive. “Oh fuck” you heard him mutter.

You spoke, a slight smirk on your face as you looked up at him, “yes..or no?”

And then he responded, “..yes.”