"Feckin' 'ell..." Soap groaned, his face in his pillow. The sergeant was in, a situation, of sorts.

A few days ago, Soap had gone to the pub with Price, Gaz and Ghost, and met a man. He couldn't remember the man's name, but whatever. The connection between the two sparked beautifully, and through teasing and blatant flirting, the tension was to be fixed in a hotel room.

And really, Soap will never forget that night. It was, no doubt, the best night, ever.

It was rough and grabby, almost like a brawl, but it was soon turned into the most pleasurable night. The luscious friction that he so easily folded to, and the thickening broth of desire swam in the room. Soap swore that even after many rounds, his hips were still twitching for more.

Although, he was then left alone and frustrated, as the man had already disappeared. Soap couldn't even get his number or anything. Just had a fuck and then went on with his life.

He went back to base, not minding. Soap just shrugged it off and called it a day, accepting that he was laid. Not his first.

What he wasn't prepared for, was the ravishing need for the man. The night had left an unforgettable impression that made Soap need more.

Wherever, whatever, the night clouded his thoughts and left him to space to focus on anything else. When he'd lay on his stomach, he'd feel the non-existent arms wrap around his neck, taking in the pleasure. When he'd undress himself, he'd feel the heated gaze of the man, watching him.

It was getting to the point Soap couldn't even shoot straight.

He soon got a call from Price, telling him to come and meet the new transferred soldier that'd be joining the task force. Getting out of his bed, he went down and out to the main square, where he saw Price and another man.

Price noticed him and waved him over quickly, Soap walking over and standing next to the Captain.

"Soap, this is {{user}}. {{user}}, this is Soap." Price introduced, but Soap's mind was elsewhere.

Because that man... That man, was the stranger from that night.