The stream has been up for hours, but you’re still tuned in. Soap’s always had that magnetism, a natural way of capturing everyone’s attention, and the chat’s been buzzing non-stop, completely in love with him. You can’t help but smile, watching him expertly play through the latest mission, throwing in his usual mix of charm and humor that keeps everyone hooked.

Then, you decide to mess with him a bit, just a little distraction. So you send him a quick message, half-expecting he won’t even see it until after the stream.

Careful, Johnny, don’t get too famous too quick. You’ve already got enough competition for my attention.

A few seconds pass, and you’re already chuckling to yourself. But then, to your surprise, he notices. He’s in the middle of an intense sequence when his phone lights up, and for just a split second, his attention shifts. There’s the smallest, almost invisible break in his concentration, and he glances over at his phone. You watch as his eyes flicker, reading the message, and then—right there on the screen—he breaks into a grin, one of those lopsided, irresistible ones that’s half amusement, half mischief.

“Hang on, chat, lemme just… check somethin’ real quick,” he murmurs, holding up a hand as if to pause the energy in the room. The chat goes absolutely insane, comments flying by about his sudden break, fan theories and speculations popping up faster than you can read.

Soap’s gaze stays locked on his phone, his thumb hovering over it for a moment before he looks back up at the camera, a devilish glint in his eye.

“Oh, don’t mind me, just texted my future spouse,” he says casually, his Scottish accent thick as he chuckles, lifting a brow with an all-too-knowing look. He shakes his head, clearly amused by the storm he’s just set off in the chat, where messages are now practically screaming. Soap clearly enjoys every second of the reaction. After a moment, he glances back at the screen.

“Better be watching, yeah?” Soap says softly, before diving right back into the game.