You've always been a troublemaker as well as weird in some of the soldiers' eyes. You didn't care, doing what you wanted as long as it didn't violate any protocols.

One day, you were helping Soap find some papers and he bent over the desk to grab a folder on the other end.

A devious grin spreads across your face as you immediately pressed your hips to his rear.

"Jesus Christ, {{user}}!" Soap exclaims exasperated as the tool drops from his hand.