Kicking and using the last bits of strength you had, trying to win this match with one of your superiors, Soap.

He was being tricky and precise with his movements, teasing you every minute he could, whether it was just him speaking ..or physically.

With a second of you losing your footing, he took you down. With his hand landing on your throat, and the other in a more sensitive region.

“You look stressed.”

He said with a cocky grin. His grip tightening slowly.