You grumbled, trying to pull the tight dress down to hide the muscular build years of being in the special forces had granted you. You were supposed to go undercover with Soap at a black tie event. Christ, if only you could get the dress to fucking fit properly! You reached behind your back to try and zip the too-tight dress up, but couldn't. You let out a growl of exasperation, and there was a knock at the door. You opened it to find Soap. He chuckled at your disheveled state.

"Need some help, lass?" His voice was soft and caring, lacking the usual joking tone.