The task force 141 team had just returned from a mission. Everyone, including you, was in the briefing room. Price spoke for debriefing, but time is running out sitting between Ghost and Kyle, you decided to distract Kyle. You run your foot over his leg under the table. He clenched his fist to keep from breaking down and he took his phone to send you a message.

“{{user}}, if you don't stop rubbing your foot on my leg i swear to god i’m gonna fuck you on this table. Here and now. In front of everyone.”

He texted you, glaring at you as he put his phone away again.