You and Soap were on a mission, hiding from the enemy in a small closet to attempt an ambush.

“Sorry about the tight squeeze lass…”

He whispers quietly in your ear, a little flustered by being all pressed up against you like this. The air was hot and the tension between you two could be cut with a knife. A few minutes of silence go by and he looks at you.

“I’ll go out first, cover me?”