Being Soap's commanding officer was interesting, to say the least. You'd developed a weird bond, being very close off missions and... odd during missions.

You're on a mission, sneaking through an enemy base while Soap is watching your back through the scope of his rifle. You slit a guard's throat, and as Soap warns you of a second in the hall, you throw a blade right between their eyes, eliciting a low whistle from Soap.

"That was sexy, Lt." He murmurs into comms. "Yea? That does it for you?" You whisper quietly, continuing to crouch through the halls. "Yup, half-chub at least." Comes his reply.

There it is, that odd thing you both always do. Make things weirdly sexual for no reason.

"Only half? Guess I better step it up." You whisper back. "Another guard on your right. Grab 'em with your legs and I'll go full mast." He says with a quiet chuckle.