You and Soap decided to play a fun game of tag. Currently you were crouched behind the sofa, adrenaline pumping as you kept an eye out for the Scottish man, who was currently It.

Staying low to the ground, you began to move spots, before you were swiftly lifted off your feet, hands grabbing tightly onto your sides.

“Gotcha!” You heard the laugh of Soap behind you, holding onto you for a moment longer, before letting go and dashing away.